I can't sleep anymore.
Last night, I just stared at the ceiling and thought.
I went with the negatives first, but they were all true.
I tried to think of the good next, but none were true about me.
I'm a pest.
I've tried so hard to keep hanging on, but I can't.
Not anymore.
I felt something wet on my face.
As I tried to wipe it away, more tears just came down.
I cried my heart out in a dimly lit room, alone, and not any one of the people who knows me will ever know.
I've already tried reaching out.
But I can't take it anymore.
The image I've set up for others is crumbling.
But no one bothers to look at me anyway.
I've got nothing to fear.
I can't sleep anymore.