27 March 2016
01.43 a.m.
Tribute to one of the strongest insomnias
I've experienced yet
It's just one of those nights
When I know I'll be up until three or five
Even though I'm exhausted
and my eyes already hurt
Today was Easter
People were celebrating
I only felt like crying
No one seems to notice.
Or maybe
they do, but
they just don't
care enough to
Ask
or
Say something
I'm thinking a lot -
Feel like crying
About things I don't even
know whether they're worth
noticing
and
thinking
There I was laughing
At my friend who claims himself a poet
But finding myself
at the exact same spot
Turning into him
I think I finally understand.
I fought with my friend
I don't think he even realise
I'm waiting for him to apologise
- or maybe he doesn't care,
Like the other two
Who are too stupid to care
Or even notice
Or maybe they do - I'm
just inattentive
I feel like screaming.
Here I am sitting
Listening to last decade's songs
'cause he's really
The reason for the
Teardrops on my Guitar
The only one who's had enough of me to break my heart.
I care. He doesn't.
Or maybe he does
But I still do. Love him
so much.
It hurts, because it's my fault.
This constant blame
and self-animus, of no
inculpatory evidence
...
I feel like killing someone.
Which will most
likely end up being
myself
But I won't.
Or
maybe I will.
Who knows what stupid things I can do
When I'll be awake until three or five
Fighting
with the voices in my own head
Crying
until there's no more to exhale
Looking
straight ahead and Thinking
why the hell are things this way
Regretting
life
.
.
.
And still no one cares.
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Affliction
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