I'm not sad, I'm not lonely. I'm lost in a sea of hopelessness feeling the numbness spread throughout my body. I can't shake it off so I let it consume me. Because, I'd rather feel nothing than my overwhelming feelings.
Days get shorter and nights get longer. When the sun sets things get quieter. The desperate drink to try and drown their feelings and thoughts, the silent try cut it out of them, the lost wander looking for a place that they belong. And then what about me? I spend the nights staring at the ceiling wondering if anyone can see me struggling. But, I'm sure no one can. It must be made up in head. I'm not really in agony, I'm just broken, on the verge of giving up.
It feels like I'm suffocating, but I know I'm not. Like I can see my breath, but I can't feel it in my chest. I'm aware of the burn in my throat. But, the cold air is what I take note of. I just want to be numb, because I'm so done.
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Thoughts From 1:00 a.m.
RandomHere is a compliatiom of the things I think about at 1:00 a.m.
