It’s much darker than

The colour of darkness

In agony you scream your lungs out “Help”

But every scream

Seems to torture your soul out of your body

The echo just comes back

Like the sun’s daily journey

However

When your soul tries to escape

The wall of will pushes it backwards

Then all hail

A voice

Within the tiny gem in your soul says

It all begins with one step

Towards the will to keep on fighting

Even when the world hits you with a hit and run

You fall but rise again

With scars as a mark of victory

Life is like advice, free but a blessing in disguise

But living is a test

And it all starts with the will to live

Nothing is perfect

But remember

Perfect perfection is self-love

Irrespective of all imperfections