My eyes are not getting any better, every day\'s a miserable battle with my aching.
Heart is at a mortal war against my mind-- a precious arsenal of my fading memories.
There are times where my head would hurt after hours of weeping,
a disagreeable habit of mine where I\'d pour my whole being just to make the pain go away.
Today, I tried shutting the blinds down to block any ounce of sunshine to enter my room,
I wanted to feel the clasp of darkness forge over my skin.
It was a relief, turned into despair, then to anger, then to regret.
If my eyes could no longer see the sunshine, would you be there to tell me it\'s fine?