My love, Only you can understand, and not underestimate me like myself and others do How it feels to gather and cling to scraps of hope in means of staying sane On most nights I talk to myself as if I were talking to you I tell you about my day, about how mind numbing my work has become It feels awfully devastating to say that I’ve tried, but it wasn’t enough I am busy most of the time, my free time feels like a sin To eventually realize how little I know about life or how to live Life has pushed me to a wall, that everyone seems to get through, but me Often the only escape is sleep, but what feels like a dream, usually is Because nightmares are real, Painfully so In search of solace, I have heard none sense of not working hard enough and other things that enrage me Only my thoughts of you leave me in peace