Don't you realize.

.

I can't sleep.

My mind is running.

I have a hole in my chest and I feel absent.

I want to escape.

Find shelter.

Disappear in the darkness behind my closed eyes.

Why do I feel so alone?

Its hard to fathom a day with sunlight tomorrow.

A day with solace.

Festering and rotting my insides like a vial of poison within me.

Blink, phase out.

I can't.

Why not?

You know why.

Its not the end. Its far too hard to tell.

But its so easily related to what I've seen and experienced. How could you say things will be fine? You know the past.

I do.

Then where is your hope?

Where it should be. Be glad you still feel.