I keep seeing life in black and white,

Unable to distinguish between reality And the fictional world I built in my head,

Like a mental architect,

Shielding myself from invisible threats,

That silently harm, That suffocate,

That make you believe in constant dangers that don’t exist.

The uncertainty of the future, Regrets of the past,

Loneliness, beautiful loneliness, Visiting me every night,

Slowly engulfing me in silence, While the mental storm never ceases.

The soul contorts, Omnipotent, omnipresent,

Have you truly seen me, or am I left to my own desolation?

Abandoned in the void, where shadows linger,

A silent echo of my own sorrow.