Struggling.

I lie in bed. Thinking of the options, future, and if it's worth it. But these bags under my eyes are getting darker. Their tone of voice keeps me up at this time of night. Am I enough? I question while I take those pills. One, five, fifteen, or maybe thirty. I didn't look and didn't care how many I took. But it was enough to blur my vision. I started to feel a cold sweat form. Then I start to see a light. But I wished someone knew I was Struggling