I don’t wanna sleep tonight, afraid of what memories I will face,
And feed the demons I avoid every time I close my eyes.
I don’t wanna go outside, I am a mess and my head don’t feel right,
Speak with me in daylight, maybe when I am more stable and can converse.
I don’t wanna speak tonight, prefer silence and solace,
For now, every conversation sounds empty and dead
I am feeling tired of this, it’s not easy to see you walk away,
Tired of this failing, feelings that are pulling me down

P.S. I don’t hold the rights to the image. Only representative.









