Its just another sleepless night.
Alone.
Honestly though, Im used to them now.
Surrounded by darkness...reminding me of everything I try to forget.
Tears roll over perfectly rounded cheeks as I cry out to the darkness.
Makeup stains cover my pillow. Dark black smudges.
My thoughts race.
I think of a million things at once, but at the same time
nothing.
I get tired of the darkness so I turn on a light.
I need something to do.
I look around...search.
Find my crimson stained blades.
release
I put the blades away. Hiding them. Saving them for another day.
I turn my lights back off.
The house is deathly quiet.
Everyone else has been peacefully asleep for hours now.
Peace...I wish I could find it.
Insteaed I just lie awake in bed like all the other nights before.
Wondering;
will I ever know normal sleep again?
But I think my bodys becoming used to it,
because when the next day comes...Im not tired.
Physically...
emotionally though Im exhausted.
Every morning I have to get out of bed, get dressed, and fake it.
Pile on the coverup to hide the scars from my sleepless night.
Will it ever end?
Will I ever know sleep again?