Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016

Just. Sleep.

I don't want you to see me like this.

Ever.

I'd rather sit in silence than tell you what's wrong.

I'll push you away like always.

Just tell you to sleep.

I tell you that I'll talk about it in the morning.

And you should forget about it.

I worry about you more than you know.

And I can't sleep knowing you're unsafe,

so.

Just go to bed,

I tell you.

Over again,

until you actually do.

Then I realize,

I'm left with nobody but myself,

and my thoughts.