Bad times come when the darkness within becomes as impenetrable as the night itself around.
The bad parts come when no one is waiting for you anymore and your whole world here and now is a small closed room with a small dim window. Is that better than prison? At least... there are no unpleasant neighbors and guards.
Bad times come when you realize that the limits of your strength have been exhausted and the abyss is just a step away.
Bad times are when you choose which way is better. Painful or even more painful.
Bad times are coming. For some, these are the last bad times. But someone will be able to weather this storm. To survive.
In my headphones now: STARSET - WAKING UP
