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These Things You Tell Yourself At Midnight


These things you tell yourself at midnight When you're alone and those thoughts in your head just won't shut up. And all you want is some Goddamn silence because you know you'll drive yourself crazy before the sun comes up. But it's not like you can stop it you wouldn't torture yourself for nothing. It's not like you want to feel this, all of this, all of everything, like your being is sensitive to every word that has ever been said and is replaying back to you over and over etching itself permanently into your mind. You just want some sleep. Some rest, some peacefulness where you can forget, so for a few precious hours you don't have to think. Is that too much to ask? Must be. Because you're still awake.
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