Until you've been into the darkest, dirties, deepest realms of my mind you don't get to judge the fact that I have bags under my eyes. They're my battle wounds, from the night before. Until you have lived through a night in my bedroom, eyes wide, mind racing, breathing slow you don't have the right to judge me on the fact that I jump when you touch me. My thoughts refuse to not leave me alone even when it's 4 am and I have school in exactly 4 hours 17 minutes and 48seconds ,even then in the early morning hours I am not gifted with sleep. When I wake up from a nightmares that leave me shaking when I awake, please do not judge me on the fact that am slouched over while in class. For I am exhausted. That I can assure you.
