another night, by myself.
tonight the only company is the lonely moon and the sea of stars surrounding it, but tomorrow night the clouds will take that away from me too. leaving a bottle of what looks like water into my hands, which liquifies my thoughts and condenses them through my eyes.
eventually even the numbness of alcohol leaves and invites reality back into my life.
the black void in my room at night swallows me whole, leaving me lost, by myself with my thoughts and my demons.
i try to drown my demons with the liquid that looks like water, but the problem is that my demons have learnt how to swim.
i can't express how i feel as whenever i try to, my feelings are torn down and taken as a cry for attention.
you're right though, i do want attention, is it bad to want to be paid attention to? weeks have gone by and no one has checked up on me with a "so how was today," or "are you feeling any better?"
i know that there are people who are there for me but when i look around this darkness i don't even see my shadow.
