One Scary Night

That one scary night, when overthinking takes a roll and all those thoughts whom she was trying to run away and escape from, haunts her, haunts her and scares her...

Tears roll down as she tries to hug herself, covering herself from both the hands because she knew no one else will come to pick her up.

The night when she wanted to talk to someone but ended up feeling most lonely..

Lying on bed in the room covered with darkness searching for a ray, a single ray of hope to make her feel lively again but felt disappointed.

But she knows she is scared of this, this loneliness and this darkness and then she decides to talk to herself.

She speaks, she listen, she guides, she advices. She argues like the way she would have done this with someone else.

She weeps her own tears, she kisses her wounds and she consoles herself.

She knew it's tough but she is trying hard to fight, fight this battle all alone when deep inside she is hurt and injured. She knows she is bleeding badly and she tries to do first aid to herself.

It's suffocating, it's difficult and she wanted to give up but she is trying hard to be the air in this suffocating room so that she can survive.

She wants herself to survive. She is trying to make this loneliness and this darkness her friends so that she does not have to cry again..so that she is not scared of them anymore..so that she doesn't need anyone anymore..so that she can survive all alone...so that she can survive happily...because she wants to survive. Yes, she wants to be happy.