Another night is spent trying to get the feelings out.
Another night spent wanting to think of anything else.
Another night spent stuffing food in my mouth, all the while chastising the hand that feeds me.
Another night spent over the toilet in an attempt to expel all the hatred looming inside.
Another night spent berating myself for giving in when I know better.
Another night spent tossing and turning, hoping sleep comes to help me escape the thoughts that plague me.
Another night spent walking towards the depths of hell I fought so hard to get out of. I never meant to go that far in the first place. I can see myself going down that path again and I don’t know if I have the strength to pull myself out again.
Another night promising this is the last night spent like this.
Another night is repeated.