I yearn for death
I grapple with the weight of sadness. It reflects in my eyes and in my heart. The reasons for my melancholy may be as varied as the colors of the sky, hidden in the recesses of my thoughts. Perhaps it's the echoes of unspoken struggles or the poignant dance with unmet expectations. Regardless, my sadness paints a delicate portrait of vulnerability, a reminder that behind the kind smiles often lies a spectrum of emotions. In this subdued state, I navigate the ebb and flow of emotions, seeking solace in the hope that understanding and support will bring warmth to the shadows that cloud my heart and my head with the horrid hope of death.