One of Those Nights


tonight is a hard night.

the type of night when you’re causally

considering suicide, contemplating

who would care if you died.

it’s one of those nights when you sit

and stare at a screen and you can

chat away and make jokes but inside

your soul feels frozen, old.

it’s one of those nights where you wish

you could self destruct in so many ways.

it’s one of those nights where you just lay for hours

and hours but sleep never comes

even though you’re exhausted.

it’s one of those nights when you would give

anything to be held by another warm body–

except you can’t sacrifice your pride, because

the walls you’ve built up are what’s keeping you

alive

and you have no idea

how to survive being that close to another

human being.

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About thefreescribbler

My life is one of words. I am a scribbler, whose thoughts are best expressed through adjectives and phrases and punctuation marks. I would not go so far as to call myself a writer, although many would disagree. I’m characterized more by my unfinished works and half-embodied ideas, scraps of stories and parts of poems. Maybe one day I’ll be a writer, but I’m okay with being a scribbler right now. It fits my personality and style, and best expresses my aims. I’m not trying to create some lofty version of literature. I’m just a kid blogging about life. View all posts by thefreescribbler

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