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.