The dark pit of regrets.
And when the night comes, it engulfs me in its beauty. I remove the mask of confidence I've been wearing the entire day, I let myself lose with my favourite tracks on my playlist. I plug in my earphones, I wait for the first track to sympathise my crying soul.
I wait for it to slowly calm my impatient heart. I try to smile, I try to act strong. But I'm alone. The internal battle with myself stops. My fears find their way out through my eyes. I sit there, alone, helpless, vulnerable. The void, starts to grow.
I close my eyes, to make myself a little less anxious, only to find myself deep in the darkness. It starts to swallow me.
I start to fall in the deep, dark pit of regrets, mistakes and heartbreaks. I lose track of time and place. When I open my eyes, my past starts to replay in front of my eyes.
All the memories I dug deep, creep out of their graves. It feels like someone is squeezing life out of me, slowly. I'm drowning, in the sea of regrets and pain.
I'm brought back to present with the last beat of my playlist, hinting towards its end. My eyes are welled up with tears, they're red and swollen. I check my watch, it says 7.00 am.
Another night has gone and it's time to wear my mask again.
To try to forget my dreadful past, again.