Another bad moment

This is what I tend to be when I am trapped in bad moments, silent, indifferent, self-loathing, sometimes desperate, but I can digest it alone. I'm already used to that. Truth be told, I'm afraid to reveal my fears to anyone for that those inner demons are twisted, chaotic, and ugly. It's difficult for me to walk them through all my insecurities. Plus, it might look like whining to them. And what's the use of telling them? Nothing solved, still a pathetic me. I know I can find a way or look at the present from a different angle. It's just that I need some time to go over it. For now, let me sink into the darkness. It's just another bad moment, no big deal.