I cry at night.
It's become the usual way to fall asleep these past few weeks.
It's not from a broken heart, because that has since then been mended.
It's not from losing a loved one, because that has not since happened.
I wish it was from the feeling of loneliness, but i am surrounded by those who love me.
I cry most nights.
It is the usual.
The usual way to fall asleep.
I cry for my future, i cry for my past, i cry for the unknown, and the things that won't last.
I cry because its started, i cry because its over. I cry because I'm thinking, and i cry because I'm not.
Every tear gets louder, every moment gets quieter, and every second gets longer.
I cry because he left her, I cry because he loved her. I cry because hes told her shes not good enough.
I cry because i wanted that, I cry because subconsciously i like the feeling of hurt.
Every night the usual becomes my comfort.
it is difficult to explain why i have lost myself, its difficult to smile, even harder just to laugh.
But eventually my pain will be over taken by a new past.
