𝘗𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 T𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴

Back to bed,

Pillow under my head,

There are things on my mind,

Both happy and sad combined.

Today it's more of sad,

I doubt if it's me?

Who is bad.

Most of the questions I ask myself,

Are unanswered till date.

Sometimes I wanna feel everything,

But then I know to feel nothing at all isn't a curse.

I will cry myself to sleep again,

I count on my pillow,

For it will give me comfort,

And allow me to tuck my face into it,

When I wanna get part with my pain

And So I can let it all out,

When I weep and sob.

I didn't mention

About this man yet,

But There is someone who lives,

Inside my head,

My truest, oldest friend.

It's my inner voice maybe,

Comforting me every single day.

"Take a break from overthinking", it often says.

But I wish it was easy to hope for better days.