Everything I get I will have to gain, but my darkness is like a stain bleaching my brain it will never go away its gfonna stay here for ever and ever, let it leave never its gonna stay here forever, I’m gonna feed it so it burns but and when it dies the little bastard always returns.
Its like a disease eating away at my soul making me wanna crush my skull but without it my life would be so dull, without my darkness there would be no light, and without the light I wouldn’t even need my sight, this is all I can be is me nobody else can see all the anger it me only myself, everything is the same even inside yourself, understand ur weath you might think its a sin, but its just you, only your darnkness within.
What I understood from this post is a certain feeling of normality to the feeling of depression or darkness. Someone who would feel like they were missing something without it. Like it’s all they have. Yes, a feeling of comfort, cradled in the palm of this inner torment, this darkness. I feel like this all the time. But then again, I can be totally wrong.