Darkest Hourz

Eerie it feels when you reach out and don’t get an answer. Afterwards, you turn kind of zombie like and just stare at the next wall that you see. Darkness embodies your mind as you no longer can reach for that phone for anyone who decides to call back. Then, thoughts and decisions come to mind. What do you do? Do you hurt yourself to calm down? Or do you toss, turn and battle with restlessness for eternity?

I look into the mirror before showering this morning, and just realize how ugly the scar I’ve given myself is. Yet, I find much beauty in the silver that penetrated my skin during my darkest hour. Because, as it slid against my largest organ, a twinkle of light shines upon my swollen eyes. Showing me what it thinks I should do…

Still, with blood on my shirt and all, I wake up proudly standing…
No matter how hard it may be…