*Him*
I've been so exhausted lately. My eyes burn my lids every time I blink. My vision blurs every once in a while.
In class I seem to dose off in the first ten minutes, and only do I realize I've been sleeping when others shove me in my desk to alert me of something. Something I'm missing.
I'm missing a lot of things as of late.
I get exhausted when my friends talk to me, I start daydreaming. About anything, about everything.
I get exhausted when I try and do daily tasks; brushing my teeth, when I shower, (I've started to take baths instead, hoping I can rest my tired brain) whenever my parents ask me how I feel, how my day went, etc.,
and I get exhausted whenever I try and focus my attention on anything else. Anything else but,
her.
I'm just so exhausted.
Tired.
Worn out.
Drained.
I have permanent bags under my eyes, and they hang down, I imagine them drooping down, like my face, drooping down all the way to the ground, touching my feet, and I trip over them every few steps, hindering my walking.
I walk like a zombie, I feel like one too.
I feel dead.
Everyday I try and come up with a excuse as to why I'm just so tired. Everyday I try and hide the true reason why I'm just so tired.
Everyday I try and act like I'm not so tired.
Because every night, every single time I lie down on my pillow and attempt to fall asleep as I close my eyes,
I always end up opening up my eyes to the darkness of my room, and I never can go back to sleep,
because within my closed eyelids a painting of...her, lies waiting for me, waiting to prevent me from ever sleeping again.
I'm scared to fall asleep. I'm scared to see what I'm trying not to see.
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Winter's Whisper
Teen FictionShe's like winter cold and distant comes around only when you want her to She's like Christmas morning brings joy I can't sleep thinking about her She's like snowflakes pure delicate I'm scared to hold her scared she might break in my grasp She...
