Everytime I try to think things will get better, they don’t. 
Everytime i try to see colors in my life they just turn back to grey. 
Everytime I think I’m doing things right, everything falls back into it’s once place.
Everytime i go outside and I see life, I can’t help crawl back into my thoughts think “I wish everything wasnt so subtle.” 


Every time, depression just wants to make sure it has the most space. 


Thank you for reading. I’m crying as I type this to hopefully thinking it will help ease my emotions.