The darkness stroking its way back in 

Dark clouds towering over the boys head. Weeping in sorrow until he’s dead.Whatever happened to the sunshine? The sunshine that turned into clouds? Clouds towering over the boys head. Strokes spiking up like towers. The towers and walls he built in his mind that keeps him trapped inside.  The darkness stroking its way back in. Bones brittle peeking out of his skin. And not able to speak his thoughts. Cause he was alone. With no support. He caved in. Like the intrusive thoughts clouding his head,Shouting just to be shushed and sliced once again.