When it feels like little bugs are crawling up and down my skin.
When I try to drift away before the torture can begin.
When the darkness whispers to me as my thoughts start to run wild.
When my sleepless brain is mass-producing snapshots of your smile.
When an hour has gone missing every time I check the clock.
When each breath stings in my lungs like a sharp electric shock.
When no one is awake and no one's asking if I'm fine.
When the sun is coming up, and you are all that's on my mind.
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 1:11 PM UTC
When it feels like little bugs are crawling up and down my skin.
When I try to drift away before the torture can begin.
When the darkness whispers to me as my thoughts start to run wild.
When my sleepless brain is mass-producing snapshots of your smile.
When an hour has gone missing every time I check the clock.
When each breath stings in my lungs like a sharp electric shock.
When no one is awake and no one's asking if I'm fine.
When the sun is coming up, and you are all that's on my mind.
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