Trapped

Darkness consumes everything, except light. But when there’s no light, there’s nothing. That’s eternal darkness. My eternal darkness is my closet, it’s my resting ground but also my prison. My prison where I’m destined to be chained forever, with no escape in sight, my only future here is knowing that the darkness will slowly eat away at me until I become a shell of my former self…

My past was so much happier, I wish I could return to it. Now I’m stuck reminiscing of the happier times, yet, if I were to go back, I’d be lying to myself. I’d go back to putting on a mask and acting like something I’m not. I’d be a clown, hiding away my true colours to put on a silly face to impress everyone else. I don’t want that. I can’t do that.

Reaching for the handle feels like a fight for my life, the darkness working against me, and all of the support and determination that once was there for me, now opposes me. Every dark thought and feeling grapples at me, weighing me down more and more, making every movement an even bigger struggle.

I can leave this place, I know I can, but not at the moment. I’m trapped.