shld be sleepin.

 

the night is dark as shyte, and here u r, wide awake. u r staring into the damn blackness, hoping it’ll drown out all the shyte swirling in ur bloody head, but silence? it doesnt mess around. it jst sits there, throwing all the crap u’ve tried to ignore right back in ur face - the regrets, the hurt, the shyte dat never seems to let u breathe.

u r fed up, and u’ve got every right to be. u r sick of carrying all this shyte around, sick of the memories dat jst wont fade, the mistakes dat keep replayin. it’s like every messed-up moment u thought u’d left behind jst shows up, front and center, every single night. but maybe it’s time to face it head-on, to stop pretending dat dis shyte doesnt get to u.

these sleepless nights? they’re here for a reason. they’re here to make u stop running, to sit wit every damn bit of it, and let it rip thru u. because until u do, dis shyte is goin to keep following u. maybe healing is jst sittin wit all dis mess, letting it out, and realizing it’s part of u, but it doesn’t control u. 

not anymore.

so yeah, it’s brutal. it’s dark as hell. but dis is where u find out wat u r made of. because if u can stare down all dis shyte - the heartbreak, the screw-ups, all the pain u thought wld break u — and still stand tall? then u r tougher than any of it. dis is jst the ugly part of the journey, and u r still here, wading through it. 

and dat? dat’s some real strength.

..i wish.

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