3 am. It's late and I'm up sitting here overthinking everything.
The soft music in my headphones not a big enough distraction for me not to notice the tears pouring out my eyes.
I shook violently under the covers.
Covering my mouth to not let my cries be heard.
Why was I crying?
Is it about you.
News Flash not EVERY aspect of my life is about you.
I was crying for consistently failing everyone I know.
My parents, me, everyone.
My grades weren't good, my body wasn't good, everything was wrong.
The whole world is crumbling down on top of me.
I tried to mask and deny my depression but it's nights like this where I wanna just die.
Will my mood change tomorrow, and I'll seem normal.
Yes it will.
Funny how I wanna die one night but then act like nothing happened the next, idk.
But that shit is crazy.