in the margins of night.

Each word a reflection,

a piece of my soul.

Unearthing fragments

that yearn to be whole.

As silence chokes me,

I pour out my heart,

I cry,

I weep,

remembering moments

that caused me pain.

keep looking for comfort,

searching to be repaired.

It’s happening again I don’t feel so good and I don’t know how to turn it off

Songs that play like sobbing sound better Coffee as my sole meal of the day tastes better Canceling plans feels better And what’s the point in getting out of bed when I’ll be back in there tonight?

I am only looking at my “to do” list when I add to it I am gazing out the window at work, at school, half-here, half-dead. I am choking out in the street My head tells me there are people out there that are more talented, more capable, more beautiful, better than me and I do not stand up to it. I am up to my knees in unspilled blood I am not in the mood for your questions, so please, can you hold off on them?

It is happening again. I don’t feel so good and I do not know how to turn it off.