Be Kind

At night is when the hurricane hits.

There I was laying in my stone cold bed where I look peaceful and sweet.

Deep inside I was drowning in my thoughts that keep me up til 3.

"How can you be sad, your life is great." Is what my friend told me the next day.

How can she fucking say that.

It's nighttime again.

Time to overthink.

Here I am again with my eyes soaked with tears

my thoughts all over the place.

Trying to escape the depressing quicksand of life that is slowly drowning me.

Drowning me to death

Literally driving me into killing myself.

Honestly, I don't want to die

No one really wants to die.

Some of us just had enough with life

some chose to end it.

We'll never know when the hurricane hits.

Be kind.