Those sleepless nights are the nights I cry, those long showers I take are the showers I spend overthinking. Those days where there’s nothing to do are the days I spend asking myself why I’m here. Those days it rains outside I think to myself if I were a god it’d be gloomy and rainy everyday. People think that it’s all fixable, is it really though? I’ll always feel broken, lonely, empty and numb, no matter who you are or what you try, that’ll always be there.