Blind Writing

this is what happened to me but kinda exaggerated.

         11|29|2016

No stars in the sky, just clouds, except unforming miscellaneous grains of light.
Helpless, someone once told me, for them not knowing the work I’ve done.Hopeing the mood would change for the better but, I dosent.Sitting in the dark trying to write how I feel. The darkness of the cloudy sky looks down at me with disgust for not picking myself up, like always. Cold air thrashes at my fingers while I struggle to write not knowing if this would be my last message. No one knows that I’m gone, knowing how blind people truly are. For me, thinking m the only one who can see the true light. Meanwhile my mind telling me why can I do anything right, why, why, can I only express myself in this way, new expressions show. But in reality I’m like a chilly evening sky when the bird flies south.
    Desperately waiting for that typical moment when the rain falls. Still writing, blinded by the darkness not knowing if I’m writing on the lines. I’m starting to realize that I’m not mentally strong anymore, slowly falling apart. Finally, the north star shows itself to make new hope, or maybe otherwise. Knowing perishing is not an option and the ones who cared will walk away from my freezing coupes.

                                      -KangSeulYoung-

Author's Note

I was not sure what genre to put it in.