Where are you?
I sit here, on my bed. Unable to sleep. The ghosts of my past haunting me. They mock me for what I've become, for what I couldn't be.
When I lay down and close my eyes, pictures of my past flash before me.
All the good things and all the worst that has happened run through my head as if a sideshow has been switched on.
The good things don't affect me, they just pass by in a flash. But all those things that have hurt me then also hurt me now. I feel this pang in my heart, a dull ache reminding me that all of that is real and not a dream. All the mistakes that I've made as a stupid child, all the decisions that I took that I regret today flash in front of me as if to taunt me now.
I miss you. I want you to hold me in your arms, I want to cry my lungs out in your embrace. I want you to tell me that my past doesn't define me now. I want you to wrap your arms around me so that I don't feel lost.
Please, tell me that I'm not alone. Hold my hands and assure me that you are never gonna let go. Tell me that you are really with me and not just a fragment of my imagination.
But you are not here. And I'm all alone to deal with the demons on my own. I rub the moisture over my eyes, close them even tight so that the darkness can engulf my demons. I curl my legs closer to my torso and bury my face. I bring the sheets over me, covering me entirely so that no light passes through them. I close my ears with my palms, preventing the echoes from my past from breaking me.
Then, the world of slumber pulls me into her arms finally freeing me from my misery.
- Parth ❤️🩹
