Hopeless

I want to go back to those days that it was easy to cry, that a few bottles of tears is my kind of pain reliever and the warmth of blankets became the nonexistent hugs that I longed for. I miss those nights that my silent sobs are the lullabies that drowned me to sleep as the soaked pillows slowly dries up when the sun rises.

Before, I was struggling to pick every piece of myself up and barely managing to make me whole, to be what I was once before life crushed me. Yes, I was broken but it was better than having your heart tired of bleeding that even the eyes can't water no more―that's when you know, you can never be fixed again.