Tonight is going to be one of those nights.
The nights that I am silent, except for the screaming in my head.
The nights that I would be sleeping early, except that I’m actually weeping silently, trying to avoid attention.
The nights that I battle myself over the decision of ending it right there or to hold on longer.
The nights that I’d be feeling the crushing weight not only on my heart but on my whole existence, thinking how much of a burden living is.
The nights where nobody else in the universe hates me more than I hate myself.
The nights that I want to be gone for good.
Tonight is one of those nights and it’s going to be a long one.