I wrote this a while ago... It's kinda sad, but it's still really good, I think.
Sometimes I don't want to wake up.
Becuase the worst part of my everyday tells me, "Good morning."
Depressing, it carries on through the day and it is still at my side as the day fades again.
But while I sleep, I don't worry. It doesn't exist for a few hours.
Sleep is my reprieve. And I smile.
"It's all right. It'll get better." Yes, yes. I know.
I smile all day.
No one sees my thoughts. They don't see my pain.
But it no longer registers as pain... more grief.
It's only the beginning.
It will become easier.
Why do I have to worry.?
Of all the times, why now?
I sleep and do not think of anything, or anyone, or worry.
Content with restful blackness, or even a dream.
But when you dream everyday, a nightmare is bound to come.