God..

Here they come again. The dark clouds that blur my vision and freeze my limbs until I scream out for you, Lord.

I hate late nights. The stress takes over and I feel like glass on the verge of tipping over. Spilling blood on the white floors that are polished to perfection the way my mother taught me.

The overwhelming numbness that holds back the tears that prick in the corner of my eyes as I bite the skin of my lips to nothing as the taste of metal fills my tongue.

Am I not doing enough? The tears and late night prayers of me begging for You to heal my heart and keep me calm even though I know I'm just a ticking time bomb.

I'm overwhelmed. I'm tired, but it's a tired no amount of sleep could help with. I want to feel good enough again. For You.

For anyone.

But I'm not even good enough for myself.

I crave arms wrapped around me and whispers that it's going to be okay. That I can get through this and I'll get everything I want out of life if I just keep moving forward.

Though, lately moving forward feels like glass pricking the bottom of my feet with every step that I take.