A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear,
A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief,
Which finds no natural outlet or relief,
In word, or sigh, or tear.

I saw the world in black and white instead of the vibrant colours and shades I knew existed.

It's like I have this large black hole in my brain and it's sucking the life out of me. The answers are in there so I sit for hours and stare. No matter how hard and long I look, I only see darkness.

Once you start down the slippery slope of depression, it's hard to climb off of it. And sometimes you don't want to climb off of it.

To multiply the years and divide by the desire to live is a kind of false accounting.

Moonlight filtered in through the blinds illuminating their bedroom, but the bright glow couldn’t penetrate the darkness that surrounded her heart.