Fear of the dark is sparked by the fear of the unknown.

It’s a match waiting to lit by a sun in the morning, or the ignition of the candle by your nightstand.

Fear of the night is fear of the darkness. Vulnerability clouding you as you fall prey to the black veil around you.

Yet here lies an emotion the darkest of them all.

Leaving you torn brittle broken... melancholy, is what it’s called.

Melancholy is the darkness inside your soul, where it’s always night in your heart.

It’s not like anxiety.

It’s not the fear of every simple movement a stranger makes near you.

But rather a unforgiving curse where fear of yourself, of loving, of fighting, of living turns into resentment of what’s listed above.

Where one ultimate shadow creeps over every corner, and every sliver of light.

Whispers in your head work as the devils advocate, tormenting and prodding until you begin to question if it’s worth awaiting the sun in the morning.

When all your doing is not living, but just... existing.

Your simply an empty canvas, palette filled with heartbreak,

What color will it be today?

Sorrow, pain, or heartache?

Paint me with one two or three, or all of the above. For feeling pain or feeling sorrow is better than being numb.