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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.