Blackest Colors

I..ve made a promis to myself,I will never fell so dead inside again,so absolutely desolate,like a treasure that has never been found. No one released what was burried deep down inside of me for all that I had so much to give. No escape,still imprisoned. I walked through the darkest places of my heart ,that I've painted with the blackest colors descending from my tortured sould,to break those chains of the deepest depression i fell into. Is this exactly what takes place for more than just a million years or is it just the fear of being never love. of always being disregarded.