Thoughts From 1:00 a.m.

Pieces

Part of me wants to let you in, but a part says don't, because I'm terrified to see you go. I want to get better. Really, I do. It's just hard to get past the scary thoughts embedded in my brain. To stop thinking of all the self aware doubt. To stop thinking that there's a way out. Let's be real, I'm stuck here. I know that for a fact. It's obvious, because I haven't moved on from the past. My hands are tied, I can't go any further. You see it's not all lights and glamour. I rejected, infected with all the distaste from humanity. Looking for a way to replace my sanity. I wish I was lost and forgotten, not thought of as broken. Since the truth of the matter is that it only takes a stictch to fix this open wound. When the thread is care you can see why it was left there. It's ok, I promise. After all these are forgotten.