I wrote this when I was battling with my first severe depressive episode. I couldn't describe the numbness and pain that I felt in any other way. I felt betrayed by my own mind, and by the people around me that couldn't tell how deeply I was hurting. Writing was my only therapy.
nighthawk (noun): an intrusive thought that won't go away; the more one wills it to go away, the more it seems to circle in on you, like a bird to its prey
Take a look at yourself. Do you care about the lives of the humans around you? How much? Enough to help? Enough to dedicate your life to making this world better for everyone? I arranged some words that someone else said. This isn't my story. All the credit here, goes to Angel.
I'm back with more sadness.
The idea of love competing with the constant doubt of not being enough for someone.
Contemplating love at first sight.