It's the first day of November. You lie awake in bed thinking, "why am I here?" The unhappiness and loneliness seeps into your bones like the impending winter. The rain hasn't let up all day and you wonder when it will get better. It's been months, months ago when you felt like it was all coming together. Months ago when everything seemed so much better. You lie here in the dark trying not to let the tears fall again, they threaten to fall every time you forget to force them away. Even when you think to yourself that the lonliness won't be forever, the darkness seems to amplify the nothingness.
I don't want to cry anymore but my heart won't listen. I keep begging whichever God who will listen to unburden me of this sadness. Time isn't doing such a bang up job as I lie here in the dark and cry myself to sleep. Perhaps tomorrow will be better but tonight, I will listen to the rain fall outside and beg for my heart to unbreak.
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