A Hug

I lay down with a heavy head on my pillow and it is a moment of discomfort as I realize how wet my pillow has become. My pillow has black marks on it, due to my mascara smudging around everywhere, and my make up running down my eyes. 

With the trembling force I have, I force myself up again and turn the pillow on the other side, and I lay back down. I am laying down like a zombie, and just staring in the dark nothing of my room. My room is the deep, dark colour of my sadness, and it hurts me to see my room bathed in the colour my soul has showered in all these nights.

I close my awake eyes and hope that my coffee puts me to sleep. My hair smells like smoke and coffee, and my skin is cold, for as the window of my room was open. I was getting weaker, and I still managed to sit up straight, to close the window behind me, and then I realise that my window has been closed all along. 

The cold was not coming from anywhere, but myself. I was frozen and I was in pain. I could not even move, I was just staring outside of my window, hoping for this all to end, hoping for me to be me again, hoping to be the person I am and always was, before my life took all these drastic changes. 

I often wonder how I used to be, but I can never remember, for as ever since I remember I have been like this and one or the other thing always delivered me pain and tears. 

I lay back down and hug my pillow, because a hug was all I ever needed, a line of comfort was what I yearned for, and yet, whenever someone tried to console me it was just a blank nothing, a hopeless, painful, and terrifying sign of closure. 

True souls are hard to find, and even harder to keep in your life, for as they are stronger, they are more beautiful than ever, and capable of ruining the last bit of self love you had. 

Never put too much in souls that are hungry for your mind, and soul, and body. They’ll eat your broken pieces and leave only your bones, your weak, weak bones. 

Be strong, they said, and stabbed me a hundred times in the back. 


2 thoughts on “A Hug

Add yours

  1. Ur blog sounds so like Katie 2 years ago…. Only 15/16 years old with M.E and asked me if she could go into Care to get away from it all. We hugged each other and held on. Just let time take it’s course to heal u. You’ll have better days. u will. I’m glad her boyfriend came into her life. His love was what she needed to escape. It’s tough but 2 years later she couldn’t have believed where she is now. She listened to me and waited. It did click when Brandon arrived. Many dark days, months and nearly a year until she found someone to love. It’s ok that I was there. But she needed Brandon. You’ll find the right time. I hope and pray it’s soon. God bless. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Im so happy for Katie honestly I hope she and Brandon always stay like this , and all their happiness is doubled. I don’t know Katie or you, but let her know that I am going to wish her always well for her future.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: