i think it's funny... it's not funny

The more i sleep, the more tired i seem to become. It's as if my body is becoming addicted to this peaceful oasis that occurs in my dreams. An oasis far from the drama and confusion of my current existence.

Despite all of this sleep, all i seem to notice when i look in the mirror are the dark circles under my eyes. I can't handle the secrets they represent.

you dont trust him, but you want him

you wish you could hate him but you don't

you can't

and that doesn't surprise you as much as it should surprise you

you don't know who he is anymore... you don't know who you are anymore

but it doesn't make a shit of a difference

except when he touches you.