A list of what-if's fill my mind.
I pack the bags under my eyes
with exhaustion.
Walking with fright,
unsure if I'm making any sense.
You're the road I take
to unknown places.
The forgotten dark roads left behind
with pieces of myself intertwined.
You're a soul-crushing cackle,
bouncing around me at night.
Sleep, or my mind,
what do I call on tonight?
I spoke to myself,
to calm the craziness,
but there's nothing I could do.
The only way out is through.
