The last time I felt alive – I was looking into your eyes.
Breathing your air…. touching your skin…being next to you.
Who thought it would end up like this?
I've got a bad case of the 3:00 am guilts - you know, when you lie in bed awake and replay all those things you didn't do right? Because, as we all know, nothing solves insomnia like a nice warm glass of regret, depression and self-loathing.
I've always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.
Tired of crying.
Tired of being broken.
Tired of pleasing everyone.
Tired of caring.
Tired of pretending.
Tired of faking a smile.
Tired of hoping.
Tired of everything.