I know stopping was never easy.

When it comes to Wednesday nights and all the other nights,

whenever I felt the difference,

whenever you try to hide,

I guess I could feel it.

I would rather curl up as a ball and pretend to sleep.

Trying to trick my brain into thinking I am perfectly fine.

Waking up with a pillow soaking wet.

I guess its normal to sleep with a crying heart.

Those nights hurts so bad.

Makes me wish it was just another bad dream.

Makes me wish the sun never rises.

Makes me wish that I could pretend it was all normal.

I guess it was never easy.

118 days