Sleepless nights, painful days.
Tell me, how do I pretend?
Outside, the rain is pouring and the world is in shades of grey. Cold winds blow and droplets splatter into my room. Life has never seemed so empty and meaningless.
Is it possible to feel so much pain?
And as I watch the sky cry from my room through the bars of the window grill and the bars of my soul, the tears pour endlessly and through the haze of tears, my world is blurry and colourless.