I am scared of being alone with my thoughts now,
And all the places they throw me into,
Randomly, unwillingly,
Places that don’t exist when I am with you
But, they are there
Every day, in every moment
In all the gloomy evenings and foggy nights
Lurking, biding their time
Places that I should avoid, but, how can I?
They are all I have when I’m not with you
Places that I should avoid, but how can I?
They fuck me up, but keep me sane, well, almost
They fill me with pain, yet make me feel alive. Thankfully.
I am scared of being alone with my thoughts now
And all the places they throw me into
But, apparently, they are all I have
Will ever have…
The kind of writing that shows up uninvited, barefoot, at 3 a.m.
