.,

I toss back and forth in my bed. Eyes wide open. No dreams. No peace. Only a ruff up bed head, painful to the touch with the lack of lazy effort to get clean in the past few days.

Depression.

Insomnia.

Stress.

Losing the room for sleep, only to be kept up by the thoughts in my mind, the voices that won't quiet down. They won't quiet down. The voices. The mind racing for thoughts that don't matter.

Recalls of the pasts you wish to change. The arguments you wished to say differently. The memories of the forgotten pains and stress. Haunting you with every second. Losing precious seconds of sleep.

Sleep.

Sleep.

Sleep.

empty words

by now,

but somehow

it keeps surprising me

how good people are

at acting

as if they like you

before stabbing you in the back

with the very same smile

they gave you

just minutes before.