Swirling into the blue, is an easy slide. Going faster, darker, quick like the blink of an eye.
Getting out is a battle. Climbing inch, by aching inch. Until life gets less gray, less lonely.
...I am climbing...I am getting better...I see the whispers for what they are...lies. I am not fat (ok yes I am). I am not ugly. I am lonely. I am good for something. I am tired. I am broken (but I am trying).