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I hate the night. For the sheer fact that I am alone...
Why can't there be a way that that was never a possibility. Does no one see that when I am left to myself all hell brakes loose? When I should spend time thinking about the good, why am I only reminded of the bad? The fact that yes I am alone right now. With my fucking mind reminding me that this was how I’m always suppose to be. That I am worthless, and everything given to me in my life wasn't deserved. Telling me to remember I'm not perfect, I'm nowhere close and I never will be.
And even though I struggle why can I still not ask for help? When you ask if something’s wrong why is it that before I can even think, the words "I'm fine" are always out in the air. I'm sorry I'm not strong enough for even myself to care sometimes.
But I fall asleep sooner or later, and I get to wakw up to the day and know that I'm not alone, and your there to help me through this.
Why can't there be a way that that was never a possibility. Does no one see that when I am left to myself all hell brakes loose? When I should spend time thinking about the good, why am I only reminded of the bad? The fact that yes I am alone right now. With my fucking mind reminding me that this was how I’m always suppose to be. That I am worthless, and everything given to me in my life wasn't deserved. Telling me to remember I'm not perfect, I'm nowhere close and I never will be.
And even though I struggle why can I still not ask for help? When you ask if something’s wrong why is it that before I can even think, the words "I'm fine" are always out in the air. I'm sorry I'm not strong enough for even myself to care sometimes.
But I fall asleep sooner or later, and I get to wakw up to the day and know that I'm not alone, and your there to help me through this.