1 am... Our usual time... Just me and the night. Some suppressed feelings. Some unuttered words. Some cries yearning to be heard. Some emotions struggling to be felt. Some issues waiting to be dealt. Some thoughts trying to raise a voice. Something inside me making a noise. Worrying, will these ever be expressed? Or are my writings enough to convey the message?
-Shazia
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A/N:
I want to write something here but this poem is so close to my heart that I do not have any words to express myself. The serenity of midnight often indulges us into self reflection.
I read somewhere that our anxiety is a part of our brain that wants to keep us safe and that hit so hard.
To the ones relating to this poem, know that you are loved, you are heard, you are cared for, you have a purpose in life. You may or may not realize that anytime soon, but hang on. Don't be too harsh on yourself. Just breathe and pat your back for being so strong till now. Just know that someone else before you went through your feelings and are doing better. You will too <3
