Oh how it can hurt to think.

Trapped by my depression; imprisoned! I thought I'd broke free, I thought there were blue skies over head and I thought those words "Life gets better." actually held some truth. But it appears I'd only broken from my cell, the four walls of the prison still had me trapped. Those blue skies were just an elaborate and beautiful painting on the ceiling of something dark and unwelcoming. Those words remain a lie, for me at least.