littleruin123

Sleep. Everyone does it. It can be easy or hard. Voluntary or not. You need an escape. But your eyes are to unfocused to see anything. Your voice unheard. Your body to tired. So you let yourself fall. Into soft blankets both big and small and all different colors. You close your eyes and try to relax. You block out all of the outside world and devil into your own mind. Finally after what feels like an eternity your body relaxes your worries are gone and you find a semibalance of peace. Sleep. You wake to yelling and screaming. You've flinched. But it's not your voice. Your heart is pounding. You stay still listening wondering what's going on. Your tense. Waiting for something. Wether good or bad you don't know. You slowly get up ready to investigate. You see two people in the mist of an argument. You walk back the way you came to lay back down. You close your eyes again but you know you will not find that peace again. Not anytime soon. Sleep. You wake. But something is wrong. You can't move your frozen. You can't even get a finger to move. You lift you head fighting against this unknown force. You try and finally succeed. But your scared. Your safe place has just turned into a prison. Sleep. It is no longer an escape but something one must escape from.

littleruin123

Sleep. Everyone does it. It can be easy or hard. Voluntary or not. You need an escape. But your eyes are to unfocused to see anything. Your voice unheard. Your body to tired. So you let yourself fall. Into soft blankets both big and small and all different colors. You close your eyes and try to relax. You block out all of the outside world and devil into your own mind. Finally after what feels like an eternity your body relaxes your worries are gone and you find a semibalance of peace. Sleep. You wake to yelling and screaming. You've flinched. But it's not your voice. Your heart is pounding. You stay still listening wondering what's going on. Your tense. Waiting for something. Wether good or bad you don't know. You slowly get up ready to investigate. You see two people in the mist of an argument. You walk back the way you came to lay back down. You close your eyes again but you know you will not find that peace again. Not anytime soon. Sleep. You wake. But something is wrong. You can't move your frozen. You can't even get a finger to move. You lift you head fighting against this unknown force. You try and finally succeed. But your scared. Your safe place has just turned into a prison. Sleep. It is no longer an escape but something one must escape from.

littleruin123

Are you ever just tired? Even though you've gotten a solid 8-10+ hours of sleep and haven't done anything strenuous activities the days before. You are just tired and can't explain it. You wake up thinking 'Oh wow I slept great last night ' but an hour later your exhausted just walking to the kitchen. Your social battery is pretty much gone just by talking to someone for 5minutes. Your fine physically but mentally your not sure. Your just really tired. You out all of your negative thoughts to the back of your mind convinced that no one will care and that your fine. But what if your not? Your convinced that all of those thoughts will go away. But what happens when you get one of those days again when your tired and all of the feelings you pushed to the back of your mind come back up? The ones that you had thought you had gotten rid of. What happens when your out with friends and a word or phrase or just a movement triggers your fight or flight response? What happens when you realize you flinch when someone walks behind you? What happens when you see all of these things in you life? You once again out them to the back of your mind to be forgotten.