i'm trying to sleep, but the voices in my
head are too loud, and i'm remembering all
these things i've done. so i turn to
my side and face the wall, and breathe
slowly. close my eyes, open them, close
them once more. i see his face now, you
know, the boy i told you about. now, i
know i won't be able to sleep. i suppose
this is why most people are insomniacs;
the voices won't go away, the memories
keep coming back, and people haunt them in
the darkness of the night. i turn
the lights on, sit on the edge of my bed and
cry. just a little bit, just to make it
easier to breathe. i turn the lights off
and try to sleep again; it's going to be a
long night.