Lying here reminiscing about the time we had, you made me smile, and my heart fluttered in my chest. Thinking how nobody can make me laugh anymore. But imagining about the past never helps; or the constant daydreams of death, I keep to myself. I’m so restless from wrestling with these thoughts in my head. Strong, loud, and piercing; paralyzing me to my bed. I’m busy listening to the soothing whispers, that all want me dead. Looking for the coast to be clear, so I don't have to be fake again. Since the mumblings remain, to sting and heighten all the pain. I try and write out the disturbing sounds, to keep them at bay, waiting for the right moment to come, when I can drain my brain.