The night
Is cold
And long.
I cannot
Think.
I want to
Be loved.
But I
Will die
Here.
Cold
Alone
Forgotten
As it
Should be
The pain
Makes
My existence
Fade.
Scattered thoughts.
I love you.
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 12:57 AM UTC
The night
Is cold
And long.
I cannot
Think.
I want to
Be loved.
But I
Will die
Here.
Cold
Alone
Forgotten
As it
Should be
The pain
Makes
My existence
Fade.
Scattered thoughts.
I love you.
This is a form of closure for me. I was facing some hard times with my mental health, but I am beginning to get better.
