“
How do you do it? How do you make it through
the type of nights that would drown others?
How do you survive the waves of unhappiness?
Sadness comes knocking at your door, and the
more you ignore it, the louder it gets you mighnight
creeps toward your window, pushing the moon
higher than before, you're unreal,
but you're here, a traveler in search of love and
understanding. You didn't set out to get hurt, but
it happened. But you continue to move forward,
and you refuse to give up. There are nights when
the darkness becomes overwhelming; the later
it gets, the more your heart seems to sink into
itself - such a terrible feeling, one that is hard to
explain. You scream into your pillow, your eyes
slightly shut. You are hoping that when you open
them and reemerge from the rivers of pain that
everything will be made different and you'll be
able to breathe freely again, even if it isn't. If all
remains the same and the heartache arrives at
the same time every night, you'll still do it, and
you'll still be here surviving. You'll still be here,
fighting yet another war. And I'll again wonder
ow you do what you've always done.
”
”
R.H. Sin (She's Strong, but She's Tired (Volume 3) (What She Felt))