Wednesday
.Counting Up My Demons.
I find some strange comfort in the fact that someone somewhere has to be feeling the way I do right now. That may be a horrible way of looking at it, because if I could save anyone from feeling this I would. The pains of not falling asleep, trying to eat yet nothing is good enough, trying to push forward when you feel motionless, stuck, lonely, teary, thoughtful with thoughts that seem so blurry, upset, horrified, and mostly heartbroken. Somehow nothing is good enough, not even the words from loved ones (family).
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