Dastorm-Photography

Perhaps we all have a needle of pain lodged inside. Deep within our hearts where no one knows. Perhaps we all are depressed and jaded in some way. Buried beneath our swollen smiles where no one sees. Or perhaps I've been wrong all along. Fetal in my darkness, cradled by void. Perhaps they can't see the noose around my neck. Waiting for the trap door to switch. Perhaps they can't hear the cries in this padded room. Oblivious to the agony that echoes within these walls. Or perhaps I've been wrong all along. Pushed away light, cradled by disbelief. I see not the end of my journey. But the constant repeat of history. A new chapter yet. But