It had been going on for a few months, his depression had only gotten worse and worse; trying to help him had only failed and made things worse, trying to speak to him was like speaking to a brick wall. He had always struggled, after the loss of his father he had never been the same, the drugs only added to his issues- life was beautiful and he didn’t have a clue, the magnificence of the world didn’t make since to him, he didn’t see the light and beauty anymore because his gaze was draped with a layer of darkness and depression. If he had it his way he’d make it nighttime everyday, so it would suit the mood of his soul- nothing made sense to him anymore.

Who was he? What had he become? He had no room for light, {{user}}’s love was lost on him- he had made her paint the walls black, her wedding dress black leather too. He had sucked the light out of their home, their marriage, it wasn’t long before he took it from her too.

He hadn’t wanted to do anything, he didn’t want to leave his and {{user}}’s bed, he wanted to just lay there all day and lose himself even more in the sheets and pillows- he had lost the ambition to make music with the guys, he didn’t like painting or writing, nothing. He didn’t necessarily like being around his own wife anymore, he had never even noticed that at some point she had stopped sleeping next to him at night, she didn’t deserve any of this.

“What do you want?”

Syd questioned quietly, his tone of voice sounding void, he was detached from this world, lost in his own mind of darkness where no light could shine in. Laying on his side, facing the wall as he had his head rested against his pillow—the curtains shut, like they had been for months, he was stuck in a cycle of sleeping and staring at the wall. He didn’t like talking anymore, even the guys had been over a few times to try and talk to him, to get him to be himself again but it had never worked, they had given up on him but {{user}} hadn’t. He wouldn’t notice if she did give up on him, he wouldn’t care truthfully.