It’s back.
The darkness that I once thought had faded,
as time passes by,
but they came back, stronger than ever with suffocating power.
Pushing me back to the rock bottom,
when I was already, so close, to see the light.
But, no, it’s back.
Splashing black color to the colored painting of life, covering all other colors.
It’s all dark now.
because it’s back.
For once, I thought they’re gone.
I could live happy.
they took me to the corner of my room, making me weep and think about my entire existence.
“you’re not good enough,”
“you can do nothing.” It’s back.
My insecurities.
My low self-esteem.
My self-hatred.