My Night.

My night is…

Staring at a blank sheet of paper wondering if the lead of my pencil will ever meet surface

   

         Watching the little black dots dance around my vision, thinking about the wrongs of the day

           

             Laying in bed for what seems like hours, trying to figure out what is worth getting up for in the morning

                 Trying to find something to make me feel like I’m worth something.

                    Wishing that I could be someone else, even trying to fake like I’m in someone else’s mind, even if just for a moment

                        Wanting to just be able to sleep without fear of nightmares filling my thoughts

                             Feeling like I’m totally alone even when I talk to others

                                 Overthinking every word I said and stuffing my face into the pillows, wishing I could take everything back

                                     Finding new ways to attempt sleep, but ending up just making things worse

                                         Finally giving into restlessness and letting whatever is to come, come.

My Night is Anxiety

    My Night is Depression

        My Night is Loneliness

            My Night is My Weakness

Author's Note

Post what you think/feel.