Can’t sleep.

The sounds outside have died down.

There’s nothing to distract me from myself.

Trying hard not to sink into the depressed state.

I know there’s no sinking to be done.

I’m here.

I have been struggling.

I just want to stand up.

I want to get out of the hole.

I want to see more than nothing in my eyes.

Trying to get myself motivated to do something.

To care about some one.

I wasn’t always like this.

It feels like I got thrown off a train moving through the night.

I was fine until then. I pick myself up and look around.

I don’t recognize anything.

The fall knocked so much out of my head,

but I know enough to know I am empty and lost.

It’s hard to give a damn about anything these days.

I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself.

I spend entire days in low level panic.

Everything makes me mad and confused.

I thought I was over things and I see I’m not over much.