It's just one of those nights.
Those nights where everything is simultaneously too loud and yet too quiet.
Those nights where the burning truth of my not being enough,
my not good enough, my not productive enough, my not enough not enough, not enough,
scalds itself onto my brain and I can't even fucking think.
Those nights where when you know that you can't bother anyone because its late, they're probably busy and they have their own issues anyways.
Those nights where all those thoughts you had thought you had left behind rear up and reveal they were the shadow behind the entire time, because the light of hope still isn't enough to banish all the darkness.
Those nights where you feel fourteen again and you don't understand why you feel this way and you feel so goddamn alone that everything but those feelings fade away because nobody actually cares.
I'm just having one of those nights.
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Drowning
PoetryBefore we start there are numerous trigger warnings for homophobia, depression, death suicidal thoughts, and mild implied eating disorder (its not very obvious at all but better safe than sorry.) But, even though in the beginning its filled with sor...
