For days you hear the birds sing, you watch the sun set and rise
you see colours within everything, glimmers of light where there where none
birds chirping, children laughing
the smell of new grass and sweet flowers.
now there’s nothing but grey skies, the smell of rain and dirt as it falls to the ground.
Morbid thoughts and actions, tears in every situation.
Is this all there is? just a monotony of ups and downs?