Winter. Every day, I think about more and more things--the same exact thing. But, these repetitive thoughts gaze upon my head. Laying me the created and fake imagery, the feeling of sorrow, the emotional thought of pain in my aching chest. It happens commonly; every night.
As I listen to the music while I try to sleep, it reminds me of what I try to not think about. Overthinking consumes the entire ME. What have I done? "It's all my fault." "I'm sorry." "Forgive me." The words spoke from a boy, a broken boy. The boy who wished to be a robot and not experience true pain. Pain from the soul, the mind, and heart.
I do not assure safety among my thoughts; what if it leads to something worse? Why must things be so slow?!
I gradually raised my body out of bed. 10:48 PM? No way. Should be sleeping. I shivered. Oh man, it's cold, I need to bundle up. It's always cold when it's night time--for me, at least.
Have you realized, my writing has been messy? I think about flaws every night before I go to sleep. Despite the drama, I lack self confidence. I always want to be encouraged.
Thoughts.
