I get up one day, to get beaten down the next. I make it through in hope that it’s going to get better, but the next, it feels worse than the last. On the outside, I look gloomy, like a grey storm cloud. While on the inside I feel angry, like I’m bubbling towards an eruption. My mind, it feels like shattered glass, broken and scattered all over the place. While my heart feels full, full of guilt over things out of my control. My eyes remain colourless, that dull and saddened green.
