Midnight Thoughts: Part 1

Well, it's not really a part one if you count the other nights that was not written here, or even, everywhere. Because that's the thing, people only care about what is shown, what is written, what is out of surface. They don't know what's under the rock. But I understand. I'm not against them who seeks for help. In fact, I'm standing with them. Or in this case, behind them. Maybe, just maybe, we don't need help. Or more accurately, we don't want any help. It's been weeks, maybe even months, that I prepared myself to sleep early, just to find myself not being able to sleep four or five hours later. It's exhausting, It's FUCKING EXHAUSTING. I lost the love of my life. Well, for the second time this time. I thought it would be better this time, but well, it still hurts. In fact, it equally hurts, but from the different angle. On top of that, there is a chance I could lose my best friend now. That sharp thing is teasing every now and then, and so far it's doing a fantastic job at it. At this moment, with all that, if I'm allowed to wish, I'm just wishing for one tiny thing: can I just not be a burden for everyone? Is that a really hard thing to ask for?

Slave

I'm on my knees,
But they're keep calling
One by one besides me,
They're falling

Not a good thing, though
Barely breathing with just a little bit of air
Everything to share
Can't tell which is fair or not
But everything around me is already,
In pair.

From eating everything
To never consume anything
The teasing and the joke
More than enough to make a stroke

Putting themselves where the peace is
And now I can rest in pieces