insomnia.

i'm trying to sleep, but the voices in my head are too loud, and i'm remembering all these things that 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, the boy, 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 at 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.