Whispers to the Night ✨

every night, my brain becomes a poet of regrets and what if.. At night, I just want someone to hear me out, But no one has the time, so I write instead. And I write until my thoughts fade away, Till my eyes burn, but the night still stays. I hold the pen like it’s all I’ve got, Letting the pain spill with every thought. Sitting with guilt that swallows me whole, While the darkness slowly eats at my soul. ~imnot.vivaan