At some point I miss him. along the line I haven't slept. my thoughts changed. I can't remember how to be happy. As nothing progressed I can't escape from my head. and I began My nights belong to the nightmares. to feel at home here I haven't slept. the stillness I miss him. trickled into my head. He's dead. It's such a little change I can't stop looking for him. but now I don't know how to deal with this. the landscape is colored I don't enjoy being alive. with unfulfilled waiting, He's dead. unmet expectations I'm not dead. excuses. I still miss him. The sharp brightness I still haven't slept. of the initial pain I still can't remember how to be happy. (and I had never felt so alive) I still can't escape from my head. fades to dull colors. My nights still belong to the nightmares. My eyes don't burn I still haven't slept. anymore. I still miss him. Maybe I don't have to run. He's still dead. I can just embrace this; I still can't stop looking for him. this stillness I still don't know how to deal with this. stop expecting I still don't enjoy being alive. stop waiting. He's still dead. And in that case...I'm still not dead. *Why not?
#6 in a series called Seven Shades of Suicidal. I might actually edit the rest of them at some point.