I’m in a big black pit. Hopeless. Try as I might, my broken wings simply cannot flutter. Hopeless. I’m stuck. Hopeless. All I can see above me is others of my kind, braving through tumultuous winds, soaring above and beyond; undaunted. Hopeless. Very few bother to glance down at me. Hopeless. And those brave souls that do, aren’t brave enough to empathise. Hopeless. Or, rather, have the capacity to empathise. Hopeless. I’m different from others; I’m shouting for help, but no one hears. I’m different from others… I’m struggling in my own battle; I’m battling my own struggle.


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