Last night I was screaming at myself for the jarring bad thoughts to end Last night I scoured myself and the heavens to find hope only to get shut in by the sinister voices broiling within Last night the lies that had kept me going for so long had stopped working and vulnerability took over and I could not do a thing but listen Last night I failed to see a possible tomorrow and remember how happy ever felt like Last night my heart was heavier than the world and I was suffocating and dying and giving in to the fears Last night a part of me died along the tears
“I slept late.”
A poem that feels like it came from the past me. She’d cry at the middle of the night, and she’d act like everything was okay by morning. She is okay now, but every now and then, she comes back and reminds me of her presence.