Falling. Crumbling. Breaking.
Surrounded.
It all seems to be falling apart.
Everything that I built up, all the progress, going.........going..........gone............
It is all so dark. So cold.
The days so long.
The nights even longer.
I long for the sun to go to bed so that I can retreat to my darkened room.
No tears, they won't come.
Battling my thoughts.
I am fighting for M, L, R, J and others. But I can't for me. I am not worth it.
October xx
October, there is a light at the end of this dark tunnel. It might be a long road, but you will get there. Don't let go of hope. I am praying for you.
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