Melancholia

The melancholia comes back and stays as my oldest friend. 'Happy days will come soon!', it says, but soon never arrives. Seems like all is going wrong for quite some time and the hole is just getting deeper and deeper. I am afraid I won't be able to come out. It is getting hard to breath every second and the agony is getting greater and greater. The agony, another old friend. Considered my favorite word and my worst fear. The world just seem different and I feel the same. Random words comes out. My worst ability is craving to expand and my talents (if they can be considered a talent) is just fading away. It is as if I can break with the weakest touch. All I have is the music I listen to and the hope for better days to come.