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I don’t want to sleep because I don’t want to get up and face another day of hell.
I don’t want to sleep because I don’t want to get up and face another day of hell.
I don’t want to dream of fairytales because I don’t
want to wake up and think I’ve failed
myself.
my friends.
my parents.
At the end of the day I always say “just a little bit
longer okay? okay.”
Then I do fall asleep and wake up again
thinking about the stress I’ll have to face and and how to
amend
the errors I’ve made. All of them.
Some may say "that’s so pessimistic."
But when my world is spinning, it’s hard to be
optimistic.
When I hear awful news one after another and everything goes
wrong and I hear another
is having some troubles and I want to help and do everything I
can
But man,
I just can’t.
And I don’t know what to do.
For myself or for you.
For myself or for you.
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