feeling the sleepiness I know what it is from, in my own misery I have created my hell, I cry and wish I can be taken away like a ray of light, but i wish that there was a clear enough way to see, but I might be thinking too hard about a piece of reprieve, I may be thinking too hard about butterflies, I just want the thing to just pick me up and comfort me, I have pushed the hope away because the hopelessness is all I have ever known and I shall not be released until I can open my eyes
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