Sometimes it hurts to be
awake. To use my brain. To feel.
I used to sleep it off. I used to
sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep.
And sleep. Now I just stay
awake. Even though I’m tired. No, I’m not tired. That’s not quite it. I’m… tired of hurting. But I just prolong it by staying up another
hour. This can’t be healthy. Is it worse than cutting myself? Not worse.
Is it any better? Probably
not. Am I going to bed now? We’ll see.
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