3am, the late night thoughts have taken over. Curled up in a ball, he lays there crying, not knowing how to deal with the darkness. He is alone, lost and broken. He feels like he has nobody to talk to as he doesn't want to burden anyone with his issues.
He just feels exhausted. Each and everyday is a battle, all the hope in his heart is fading away. The light at the end of the tunnel is faint, he can barely see it. Life is on auto pilot. The only voices he hears, are the demons in his head, slowly destroying his mind. He no longer feels anything! Well that's a lie.. he feels numb!
He had come so far, got through so much. Now he feels like he is drowning. He can't keep his head above water. He doesn't want to go on with this fight. He just wants to be at peace.