Wide awake at 3am, looking at my window in a starry night sky. As the wind blows my hair, my eyes closed to feel the blazing air. My eyes closed and monsters started to scare, my eyes closed and I can't bear their stares. So, I opened my eyes to escape those monsters, monsters that eat my heart and my brain, monsters I know... I made.
Twinkle twinkle little stars, I can still feel the pain from the wounded scars. Twinkle twinkle little stars, please give me peace and get me away from these farce.
I went to my room and lay on my bed. I found comfort from my blue blanket. Hugged on that doll my mother's gave. Smiling and laughing in the candy dream land... But the sweet sounds became unpleasant, I started to moan, woke up, and cried. It's 4am, still trying, trying to find a piece of mind.
5am, picking up the pieces of my broken heart, fixing the rumbling nerves in my brain. I kept on putting them together but it keeps falling apart. It keeps on falling to bits, so I asked for help. I shouted but nobody heard, nobody dared to look. Am I mute? or they're just deaf? Or maybe nobody really cares. Well, then I realized I only have myself. I smiled while staring at the ceiling.
*kring kring* my phone alarm rings. It's 6am. New day, same pain but still no gain.
I thought sleep can give me rest. I thought sleep can take them away. I thought sleep can ease the pain. But there's no escape, they'll hunt you even in your sweetest dreams.
