toe the line or quit

You lull yourself with aspirations that you now perceived improbable. You wake into the sound of your sobs, the very same that sent you to slumber and woke up with. You desperately withdraw from the hurt you incessantly wallow in to. You feel cold. Devoid of everything essential. Vaguely so. Desperately wanting, needing to pull through. Prayers come easy though unanswered. Please, not another night like this.


I am no superwoman. And this is one hell of a villain I'm fighting.