Its been a while since i last dreamt barely remember what its like to dream finding it hard to get to sleep, too stressed and there aint anyone to sing a lullaby to me pretend shit doesnt get to me and i suffer in silence when im hurting a mans problems are his own and its my burden tossing and turning, trying to get to sleep but i find it hard to switch off when my minds working i ponder on things shouldnt ponder on off the rails my train of thoghts wandering sick of pretending to be so happy all the while my anxietys eats away at me my skin crawling, i look up to the sky and it falls, the walls close in and its as if all the good in my life disappears in an instant, this thing is just so distant so seeing the ones who i love, the ones who love me but i just dont want to tell em how i feel incase they jude me its just me wish i could let somebody in but i aint ever been to trusting Iv barely had and sleep when i get up sick of all these nightmares and thees night terrors like its only in heaven that i sleep better might sleep better when i get up, im weak it just makes my day harder, i wonder if it would of been any different if i had a father that i knew! Could it have helped shape the way that i grew? I just wish sombody would tell me it will be ok but pessimisim leads me to belive that it wont to see even a glimmer of hope in the darkness is hard and depression is a slippery slope i dont wanna do what he did with a rope, though so i carry on even though its hard to only thing thats dfinite is death and things always change long as you give em a chance to xxx
Posted on: Thu, 02 Oct 2014 07:45:26 +0000
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