I remember what it was like to wake up in the middle of the night scared, trying to draw that one single breath that seemed so hard only minutes ago. I remember the tears that stung my eyes as I looked hopelessly in the dark, clueless to reality and I remember waking up, just to remember that you weren’t there anymore. Sleep became my favourite thing. Sleep they say is for the weak, for those who can’t handle the real world. That is why so many of us sleep our life away, because we are scared to show our true feelings, to know the truth.
I was once like that; I was once just like you but Im not anymore.
