Ugh

Why are you coming back?

You are so fucking hard to deal with.

That familiar mixture of cold and warm in the morning.

When the warm water hits the cold skin and toxic thoughts just start unravelling.

It's all the small stuffs, but when there are millions of them,

It just makes it hard to breathe.

And almost impossible to convince my own head otherwise.

Fall and fall.

When I've accepted that I can't do anything to solve them,

It just becomes a downward spiral.

And makes me just want to sleep and sleep.

And never wake up.

These days are tough.

They really are.

And I don't fucking know what's wrong.

I'm just trying to ride through these waves for now.

And it's going to repeat again tomorrow.

And many more tomorrows.