Nothing scares me more than my 2:30am thoughts. The house is quiet but my mind is loud. 2:30am is when the monsters of my mind run wild eating every good thought in sight replacing them with the feeling of nothingness. I am numb. I can't feel a thing. And I cry. Because I put these walls up every day and people think I'm fine but I'm not. And when it's 2:30am I finally let them all down only to put them back up in the morning it's exhausting. Because at 2:30am you want someone to know the pain you feel you want someone to understand. But most of all you want your parents to hold you and comfort you tell you that every thing is going to be ok. You just don't want to feel alone anymore.
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Thơ caSome days I feel like I have no words. But other days words flow out of me like a river. Here goes welcome boys and girls to the inner workings of my crazy mind.
