It's that moment,
at 2:00 AM that I fear.
It's that precise moment,
when I haven't eaten for what feels like years.
I feel myself growing weary,
but I don't sleep.
I drown myself in the tears of my own sorrow.
I drown myself thinking,
"Was there anything else I could have done?"
After hours of this one person pity party,
"They were right all along."
I fear this moment the most,
not for myself,
I fear that one day,
this precise moment,
will eventually make my pain go away.
On every post lately I've been putting, maybe this, and, maybe that. Enough with the maybes. Instead, hopefully, I'll break out of this cage I've been living in.