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 minutes
before finally breaking.
You gasp for breath,
silently sobbing about everything,
everything that went wrong all at once.
Everything that is wrong with you,
and the world, and everything you can't deal with.
Then you deal with it the only way you know how.
You take deep 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 any other morning.
With the thought,
When will this end?
YOU ARE READING
The Battle Roars. The Scars Multiply. The Pain Never Ends.
شِعرThis is just a bunch of poems I wrote when I was in a bad place. You might relate to it. It's about struggles and thoughts and thing. And it's just the honest truth about things. You might see lines repeated. Probably 'cause I liked them a lot, hehe...
