Stranger in the night come on, i will bite now, what is on your mind as our destinies intertwined caused us both to need someone to confide the worst thought on our minds tonight
At almost 2 a.m time we both need to remind ourselves of the imperfection of humankind and I really wouldn't mind a hand to be kind and a shared glass of wine to blurt out all those slimy thoughts that won't leave
And for less than that I would listen and chat acceting your words spat out to relieve the constant combat going on in your head
So, drink up with you stranger in the night and if the wine doesn't help I think talking just might
I feel some sort of companionship when I find someone awake at 2 am
I want you to know something. It's okay to ask for help. It's not embarrassing; it's brave To admit you don't know something And want to change. I ask that you don't worry That people will think less of you If you do. You're trying to learn. And that's something you should Never apologize for
I want to tell you that it's going to be alright. I want to tell you whatever I have to to get you through the night. I want to tell you how proud I am that you asked for help as i hold you tight. No matter how much you scream and cry and shake, I won't give up the fight. I want to tell you that it's not your fault. And as we sit by the fire, watching it fill the room with warmth and light, I want to tell you that it's going to be alright
Why did you do this Why didn't you ring me Why was I not there You know I would have helped You took my heart You were there for me as I was there for you So what was different this time I would do anything for you Now that you are gone I can't recover I wish that you were still alive But you're not So I have to go on by myself
I just had a close friend **** them self. Please don't do anything like that. It has a ripple effect on everyone around you.
i’m a prisoner in my own mind it keeps reminding me i’m nothing- a waste of space. everyday goes by scrolling on youtube and instagram picking on myself while looking at the cam till it picks on me- realizing that one more day slipped while on this hate-spree. it’s growing inside of me until it’s no longer a part of me it is me dozing into nothingness on a tear-stained couch waking up to it staring at me and i crouch in fear in pain in hate anxiety- society has a weird way to deal with it ‘if you don’t think about it, it will go away just stop whining about it every single day’ exercise seek meditation no- this is not a disease that can be solved with medication just stop stop, please this is not something that fades away in a day or something that i- that we- can control why can’t you see? it inches down to my very soul and the more i try to tame it the more it takes its toll i’ve come to terms with it this must be fate to be so filled with hate that i suffocate but never ever try to set things straight resort to help face the things i’ve dealt instead i build up a wall around me happy exterior glowing tranquility while on the inside i bleed of self-loathe and pity ‘what’s the problem?’ this is the problem. picking their voices over my own silencing everything i’ve ever known it’s hard, see- to cry for help when there’s no one to hear your yelp but yourself. well today i’m setting myself free escaping gradually no more of being trapped in this bird cage of being filled with some never-ending rage this time i’ll voice my own plea because today i choose me.
To anyone who's struggling, don't hesitate to ask for help. Don't bottle it in. Let it out, seek comfort in thing, people, but most importantly- in yourself. Be there for yourself. Days will get better, eventually. This, too, will pass. Just hold on.