It's late and I'm sad

It's late and I'm sad

It's late and I'm sad. The darkness outside mirrors the heaviness in my heart. The world seems to have quieted down, leaving me alone with my thoughts and emotions. The stillness of the night only amplifies the sadness that I feel.

I find myself replaying moments from the day, analyzing conversations and interactions that left me feeling empty and unfulfilled. The weight of unspoken words and unresolved emotions sits heavily on my chest, making it hard to breathe. I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of sadness, unable to find my way back to the surface.

The loneliness of the night only serves to intensify my feelings of isolation and despair. It's as if the darkness has swallowed me whole, leaving me to navigate the depths of my own sorrow without a guiding light. I long for someone to reach out to me, to offer a comforting word or a reassuring touch, but I know that I must face this sadness on my own.

I try to distract myself with music or a book, but the sadness lingers, refusing to be pushed aside. It's like a shadow that follows me wherever I go, a constant reminder of the pain that I carry inside. I feel like I'm trapped in a never-ending cycle of sadness, unable to break free from its grip.

As the night wears on, my thoughts become darker and more twisted. I find myself questioning my worth and my place in the world. I wonder if anyone truly cares about me, if anyone would notice if I were to disappear into the night. The loneliness and sadness become overwhelming, threatening to consume me entirely.

But even in the depths of my despair, a small glimmer of hope remains. I know that this sadness is temporary, that the night will eventually give way to the light of a new day. And with that knowledge, I find the strength to keep going, to face my sadness head-on and emerge stronger on the other side.