Sometimes my brain forgets what sleep
is, and it just keeps going and going and going and going on and
on and on and on and on and on
I don't compare myself to others.
I compare myself to what others expect of me, everyday, all the time.
Wheather or not I'm the perfect person who is skinny and pretty, always gets perfect grades, always follows the rules and never talks back, who never does anything wrong.
Everyday hoping that expectations will stop and I can finally sleep.
That I can finally be free of what people want.
But it never does.
I compare myself to what others expect of me, everyday, all the time.
Wheather or not I'm the perfect person who is skinny and pretty, always gets perfect grades, always follows the rules and never talks back, who never does anything wrong.
Everyday hoping that expectations will stop and I can finally sleep.
That I can finally be free of what people want.
But it never does.
50 shades of dark circles under my eyes. XD
Those sleepless nights
When all these random
Thoughts swarm your mind
And all you want to do is sleep
When all these random
Thoughts swarm your mind
And all you want to do is sleep
do you remember when we first kissed?
i do.
you told me you would never leave
you tried to lie and say you loved me
i let you get close to me
know all my darkest secrets
i opened up to you
but
you left me
with empty promises
broken heart
& nothing but memories
i never knew love could taste so bitter
you took everything i had
i now believe someone can actually die of a h e a r t b r e a k
unfortunaltely,
i survived
Im In Love With Him And Everything Is Great Now Im Just Waiting For Something To Go Wrong Its To Good :/
IM AFRIAD IM GOING TO LOSE HIM :(
IM AFRIAD IM GOING TO LOSE HIM :(
cant fall asleep got to much on my mind :/
Once I couldn't fall asleep so I wrote instead:
My bed is hot. Turning from one side
to the other in hope of a cold embrace, but only to find it as
heated up as it was when I decided to turn over. This heat.
Buried in it, you slowly become it. My bed and I are in a state
that, if this night is given some more hours, comes close to
ignition. This heat. And the turning and the moving won't
bring me the breeze I have been wishing for. This heat. Too
comfortable to be comfortable. This too-comfortable heat. For you
it is simple: You can not sleep in benevolent, motherly warmth
without a cool chill. And for me it is simple: I long for the
chill.
