You know it's bad when instead of saying "Hey, can we talk? I think I need help "you go to your room and lock the door, hoping no one will come to talk to you.
I love these nights
Those nights when you can sit on the windowsill or lie down in the open, looking at the stars with your teary eyes, hugging a soft blanket.
I love those nights when you can, quietly, sobbing, tell the night sky what is bothering you or hurting you. I love those nights when there is silence and you only hear your not so calm voice. I love those nights when you can tell anything knowing no one else will find out and then fall asleep with your eyes red and swollen.
I love these nights because it's peaceful and quiet. So don't be angry when I sit at night. I just want to talk to someone other than you.
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PoetryThe person who made the cover: @lavliey_ ❤ Variously my poems and other thoughts that come our of nowhere. It is possible that sometimes they will be in Polish, but I will try to make them in English ❤ Some will be longer, some will be shorter, it m...