Tonight is one of those nights.
You know what I'm talking about.
You close the door behind you and numbly lock it shut.
You stare at your hands for long minutes before finally breaking.
You gasp for breath, silently sobbing about everything that went wrong all at once.
Everything that is wrong with you and the world and everything you can't deal with it is the only way you know how.
You take a deep, exhausted, shuddering breaths as you quietly cry yourself to sleep.
The next morning you wake up huddled in a corner of your bed with a sore neck and a pounding headache.
So you get out of bed just like anymore morning.
YOU ARE READING
Lost and Lonely (#Wattys2016)
Short StoryJust somethings things I write when I'm in the mood or I am lost and lonely and depressed. WARNING: May be triggering. If so I'm so sorry and know how you feel. PM if you need help or something. ~ C
