Insomnia

Pain, and lack of sleep

What is it about us human beings
that strives for our attacker's attention?

Its 4am.

I keep running towards.. you.
And you're just running away.

You have the ugliest, and cruelest personality;
but, there's something about you that wont allow
me to push your disgusting face out of my head.

Your control over me is ripping me from the inside out,
and I can feel every Godforsaken rip with every word you speak.

Just stop talking.

I can't. I can't do this.
I hate you, I hate you!
I love you.

Goodnight.