Melancholy Metropolis

I wake up each day to the sound of rain tapping against my window. The dreary weather seems to mirror my own inner state of mind, as I feel trapped in a cycle of sadness and isolation.

I try to distract myself with work, but even that seems to lose its meaning in the face of the never-ending gloom. I long for connection, for someone to understand the depth of my despair and offer a glimmer of hope or comfort.

But in this city, everyone seems so distant and detached, lost in their own struggles and pains. It’s as though we are all living in our own separate worlds, unable to bridge the gap between us.

My mind feels like a prison, a dark and lonely place that I can’t escape from. The constant noise and chaos of the city only make things worse, as I struggle to find a moment of peace or quiet to calm my racing thoughts.

I struggle to hold on to my sanity, clinging to the hope that there is a way out of this darkness. But each time I reach out for help, I am met with indifference or misunderstanding, leaving me feeling even more alone and abandoned.