Living in the Dark.

January 4, 2019

Yes, I look happy in the light.

But when the darkness returns,

I’m lying in a puddle of my tears and misery.

And that darkness swallows me.

Leaving me to contemplate the mistake that’s my life.

The worst kind of insomnia.

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