Sleep
It's all I need
Sometimes I feel as if
It solves all my problems
As if it hides me from reality
But there's always this thing
We call it wake
Let me just say,
Wake fucking sucks.
You are entered into reality once again and then you have to deal with your problems.
And honestly my problems aren't like yours. I have to hide.
I have to hide from reality. Though I am already broken, releasing myself into the hate of this world would make me combust, spontaneously.
So if you don't want my organs and blood on your brand new shirt,
Back up or don't hurt me.
These things. These are the reasons of my constant sleep.
