Those days, in the mornings, I stay longer in bed.
Just gazing ,at the ceiling, Trying to , forget Those nights. ;I'm unable to dream.
Just over thinking, to the point, I fail to silence my thoughts, and my eyelids are denying sleep.
Those times, I feel extraneously not exisiting, I stand still , watching everything, fall into place, nor fall apart unaware* that time is still going, and I'm just s t u c k.
in; This world, I have gone underestimated. Told I should go in others' path.
That my faith isn't good enough, that I am too weak, too weak, @DemaaMu that for my own sake, I should listen, to their commands.
But I can never go any other way than the path I am destined to go on .
So I just lay in bed; sick of pretending, someone I am not, sick of people changing my identity,
And in this life, in this world in those times in those days and nights, I have gone, **unknown.