Jesus at midnight

‘i have no reason to be here’, i say.

sitting on the bathroom floor.

why do i feel as though life is overwhelming when i have never experienced true terrors that others have faced?

its selfish.

so i cry.

you reach out and take my hand.

i don’t know what else to say

i whisper, ‘im sorry’

we always end up here.

& you deserve better.

tomorrow i will find you in sun.

i promise.

p.g.

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