Am too young for this pain, but many think I should swallow it like a man they say it's my turn.
Some days you'll wake up with this seemingly incurable sadness, so it gets scary whenever you get sleepy because you're not quite sure how you'll wakeup feeling.
I used to think sleep was therapy too, but theee days i wake up only to realize that I had only escaped for a few hours and minutes.
It was supposed to be annoying whenever someone woke us up from sleep, or atleast it used to be when we were younger, but now it doesn't seem to matter anymore.
Could have been better if I was having serene dreams but all i see these days are the demons I've running from in the physical, now they mock me, and I cant even grab them by the throat and choke slam them. Damn am too broken for my own good.
Ontop of it all I think am getting toxic, and before you try dont bother yourself with therapy because some of them already quit on me but can I blame them?
Maybe I'll be happy someday, but till then let me catch a few hours of shut eye, who knows, I might wake up happy this time. They say there's light at the end of the tunnel but damn it I hate tunnels its driving me nits already.
Don't worry I'll keep you posted when I get happier.