sometimes I lay awake
Sitting in a dark room.
Like time travel,
my mind slips to the past.
The pain, the happiness
but mostly the misery.
Loneliness is the most tragic feeling.
The craving of having those back who once hurt you so dearly.
Dangerous, is that thought.
To call that person and ask,
do you want me too?
But you don't.
Because you know the answer.
The misery eats you alive,
never being able to be alone with your thoughts
What a funny concept.
You try to escape your past, but at night you lay awake reliving it in your mind.
It is the only form of sanity that you have left.
Living in the past.