Been a while since I cried,
and I remember the last time I did,
it comes back to me, that night
when everything felt stupid
I felt the lingering darkness around
and how it kept growing on me,
In the moment, I was left astound
as to why I was sobbing loudly at 3.
There were some reasons that I knew
and there were some I did not.
Were those my failures piercing me through,
Or something else I haven't sought?
Tears kept rolling down the cheeks
and the feeling just made me restless.
I remember how I couldn't breathe
and how the night looked so endless.
I couldn't move, I couldn't speak,
I didn't feel like myself anymore.
I felt so alone and so damn weak,
ended up curling on the floor.
And now the horrors had crept in,
I kept my eyes so tightly shut
that I could see myself from within,
every scar, every wound, every cut.
I tried so hard and opened my eyes
just to make sure I was alive still.
It felt like I could never get up and rise
giving in to that cold, slow kill.
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