I can't sleep without sleeping pills. I couldn't sleep for weeks. It's as if my bed has became a stranger's land. My heart feels so heavy. It's like ten thousand mountains sit upon my chest yet when I look, I only see mist. Even my sorrow won't show me it's face. I wonder, is it cowardice to hold your feelings close, to let them press against the walls of your chest until you fear you might shatter? I harbor all my feelings yet I burn to be understood. I have always been the one who bleeds onto paper because my mouth refuses to open. I've been like this for a really long time. I have swallowed so many oceans of silence that my veins now run salt. One day, I'm afraid, I may dissolve into the very thing I tried to contain.
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