Sometimes, it feels like my depression is an ever-looming shadow that envelopes me. Its the only thing people see after a while. No matter how hard I try to contain it, it swallows every good thing and person in my life eventually, and it grows larger and stronger. As though I were wearing a sign on my forehead, I can not see what they all see. I can not see the horror it projects, and yet I'm a conduit for it. I wonder how much time is left before it swallows me, too.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Portraits
Species Horse
Size 721 x 1280px
File Size 284.1 kB
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