My mind is always racing... A million and two thoughts
What should I do? What should I do?
The kids are finally in bed and I'm alone. Left alone. Completely alone.
I'm still adjusting to being alone.
I often complain of sleepless nights...
Kids crawling into my bed,
needing me to comfort them.
The truth is, I need them as much, if not more,
than they need me...
Nights are when I feel like the biggest failure.
Like I'm not good enough, smart enough, I haven't tried hard enough.
Nights are when my mind becomes my enemy and picks apart my flaws one by one...
When I question myself, my parenting, my friendships...
I just wish my brain would rest; quit over analyzing everything...
I wish I could accept me for me, embrace the flaws
I'm so fucking hard on myself.
I'd give anything to not feel so empty inside.
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