I feel hollow. Like an empty vessel. Made to carry something that I still haven't figured out. I feel like a shell. But not like the ones you happen to stumble upon at the beach that are simplistically beautiful. A rusted, unused capsule that people keep avoiding; averting their eyes and looking for something more shiny. More whole. More capable.

I feel broken. Like a shard of glass. Unable to stop hurting others as well as myself. I feel like a plate of china accidentally smashed on the floor. But one which no longer holds any value as I am plain. Lacking any design. An endless expanse of dimmed whiteness that people gather up in their arms, feigning comfort, only to heartlessly throw away the pieces as I am beyond repair.

I feel invisible. Like a chameleon. Always overlooked and ignored as I blend into the background. I feel like I'm unwillingly hidden under a cloak of invisibility. But try as I might, I can't seem to take it off. Forever glued to my body; my soul. My existence seeming meaningless as my voice is unheard. My presence disregarded.

I feel frightened. Like an astronaut embarking on their first extraterrestrial expedition. Heart in my throat and fingers shaking involuntarily. I feel like a mouse that's just been spotted by an owl. But my fate has already been decided. There's nowhere to run. There's no other option. I can't do anything to change it.

I feel sad. Like a tragic black and white movie. Devoid of colour and full of raw melancholy. I feel like the clouds just before a storm. But I have no purpose to fulfill. My tears fall to the ground. Uselessly. Only causing a burden for others.

I feel hollow, broken, invisible, frightened, sad.

I feel...

depressed.

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{A/N: Guys don't worry about me. I know this is really sad and depressing and all that, but I'm okay now. I wrote this a few months ago at school when I was having a particularly bad day.

I'm quite proud of this piece despite it being so tragic.

Have you ever had any bad days? If so, just know that I'm always here to talk to if you need a shoulder to cry on.

sigh It gets better. I promise.}

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~ TheEnigmaticPhoenix