If I Failed, Just Know I Tried.

Sleeping is now a morphine

Because it no longer cure the exhaustion in my eyes

It is now an escape

Because I no longer wake up from a good night

It is now a time for bad dreams

Because I no longer thank heaven for another fight

Already worn out and slowly fading out

I’m running out of options why fight

With such radiance in sight

To guide,

To provide something to hide.

To trust words,

To trust actions,

I cannot trust something, not even heaven at night

I only trust the reflection that is left,

Saying curses along with the phrase, “I’ll make it”

I swear I hated the sun against my face,

with its heat against my lips,

it’s shine against my fingertips,

Something that could never touch my soul, you, shine, lit up within this flesh.

(thank you for bearing with me and my grammar. :>)