Midnight

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When midnight strikes, I fear falling asleep; the less I sleep, the better. A tear on my cheek as I write this at 3 a.m. , torturing myself to save my mind from insanity.

No matter how much I distract myself in the day, there is no escaping you at night. What am I supposed to do, when the only dreams I have are nightmares of you? Nightmares where I have to go through the same pain I went through the night I let you go. Nightmares that make it painfully clear that you don't love me anymore, and that maybe you never did; nightmares where you treat me as if we are strangers, where you love someone else.

I no longer want to sleep, because my sleep haunts me with memories of you. Maybe I can control my mind while I'm awake, but how in hell am I supposed to control them while I sleep?

Today I decided that maybe the answer to escape my nightmares is to talk to you, to ask you why? Why? WHY?

I'm afraid to ask you the question, because I'm afraid I already know the answer, an answer that I know will break me completely. But I guess this is what people call "closure".

What a stupid thing, to want to suffer more in order to let go of your past. But maybe that's just what I need to move on; the truth. I know that's what's really eating me inside, what keeps bringing back the nightmares.

I just hope I'll be able to hear your answer, and survive.

-Survivor

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