Nuche

Discussion in 'Mental Health Disorders' started by Auerbach, Jan 6, 2015.

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  1. Auerbach

    Auerbach Well-Known Member

    It comes around nighttime. Little by little, until it fully arrives. That deep reality, the fuck ups, the constant fuck ups I remember. The loneliness, the solitude that I once felt has come again, but it is in a different form now. The things that I cannot undo. And the actions that might have led me here. Regret? Lesson learned? I don't think so, because I have never moved on. And I can't ignore you, or ask you to leave, because you come every night. In the late afternoon you arrive. I wish I could beat you, defeat you. But I am completely consumed, overpowered and feel paralyzed, paralyzed by fear, by sadness, by awe.
     
  2. DrownedFishOnFire

    DrownedFishOnFire Quieta non movere

    Do you want to move on?
     
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