bleak
I once would walk in the sun and smile
as I felt my skin absorb the heat.
Life was radiant.
Now I only go out side
when it is dark or cloudy
because the sun burns my eyes
and my skin spits out the heat like salty tears.
Life is slightly bleak.
I used to avoid sitting in my room
for long spans of time other than sleep.
I was radiant.
Now my gut turns
when I leave the house
and I all want is to sleep.
I am bleak