It’s 3 a.m. I’m still awake. I’m losing sleep. I’m losing myself.

I’m losing you.

So I write tonight. I write for everyone of us who has suffered. Every one of us who is broken. Every one of us who has a damaged soul. Every one of us whose brilliant scarlet became just another red.

This is for us, the broken ones.

And for the ones who broke us in two.

Nikita Gill, We Used to be Happy (via untamedunwanted)