Everything now has come to an end. A bitter one. A lonely soul. An empty head. Bleeding heart. Shattered dreams. Everything has ended.

After so many days of pretending, I have fully accepted the fact that I am indeed broken. I guess it has always been like this. And will forever remain the same.

I can't cry anymore. I've got no more tears left to shed. I can't even find a good reason to tell myself why I'm sad to begin with. Life, I guess. Reality. Sweet memories. Forgotten promises. I don't know. It just feel extra cold tonight. It felt like I am in the middle of nowhere. Like I am looking for something that I can't name.Or maybe I am looking for someone. Or somebody that could warm my bed. A little cuddle would probably help.

But I have decided not to take anyone in. I promised to close my doors for a certain period of time. I need to give my heart a good rest. And my mind, it has to sleep. My mental health is my main priority. So, I'd rather succumb to this sudden illness of the night than to have my head dancing with uncertainties

So, it's going to be a long night again. And painful one I must say. I am not thinking of anything in particular. I am just feeling this gruesome loneliness. I have to taste this or else it'll kill me inside. I just have to face this darkness once and for all. I just have to. Because at the end of the day, it's just me and my empty bottle.

I'm just sad.
© silvervierre