The well is deep, and beneath the murky water at the bottom lies the secret place where fear and sorrow hide. The reflection mirrored on the dark surface reminds you of the times your soul sank beneath the cloudy depths to rock bottom. This is the place that haunts your dreams; a world of seamless shadows tearing at the fabric you've carefully woven to mask what sleeps inside you. Many people have tried to fix you, but no one can throw you a rope and pull you out of the hollow darkness.
Look closely at these eyes, the curve of the iris where it meets the black onyx pupil, and you will recognize the uneven path that once led to sorrow.; a defining moment that shapes who I have become. Years of tangled emotions that fell like bitter rain from these eyes, threatening to pull me under. The bite of a blade against pale wrists---the first bead of blood, a coward's way out.
And yet, in all the darkness there is a light shaped from hope. My hands cupped the water and felt the coolness against my skin. The sun, glittering like a thousand stars against shards of glass, brought life. Listen closely, and you'll hear the song that heals the wounded soul.
There is so much more to live for.