Some nights I lie awake in my bed looking into the darkness.
Some nights a take a blade to my thigh.
Some nights I drown in pain and brokenness.
Some nights I think of you…
Some nights I plan out my death or run away.
Some nights my demons hold me and comfort me in the darkness of my soul.
Some nights I sneak out with a blanket and look at the stars.
Some nights I ask myself “What’s the point anymore?”
Every night I die a little more inside.
-Gillian Askeland
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 3:09 PM UTC
Some nights I lie awake in my bed looking into the darkness.
Some nights a take a blade to my thigh.
Some nights I drown in pain and brokenness.
Some nights I think of you…
Some nights I plan out my death or run away.
Some nights my demons hold me and comfort me in the darkness of my soul.
Some nights I sneak out with a blanket and look at the stars.
Some nights I ask myself “What’s the point anymore?”
Every night I die a little more inside.
-Gillian Askeland
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