My mind is a waste.
Its slipping, slowly, surely from my hands. I finally got a little sleep last night, only to have it interupted by a dream. I woke up startled, wondering if these thoughts that haunt my days will ever leave. I rolled over and stepped off, only to have my leg completely go out from under me. I wonder if this is my punishment, my torture for what I've done. God, my memory alone plagues me every waking hour, but with the added pain of my leg. I go to bed every night, praying that if I sleep, let me not wake up in the morning. Maybe one day I won't. But most likely, I will. Ijust want...I don't know really