Silent Nights.

We say we are okay.
We say we are fine.
We say it didn't hurt.
We say it's okay and that its nothing we can't handle.
But at night when there is no sound and you can't sleep, you start thinking. Over thinking. Wishing. Regretting. You do things that you won't do in the light of day. Where there is sound to block your thoughts. At night, in the slience where you lay awake, thinking, you finally tell the truth.
You aren't okay.
You aren't fine.
It did hurt.
It wasn't okay, and you can't handle it.
At night we are true to our pain and sadness. At night we are ourselves.

Not totally emotionally damanged anymore so except few updates.