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