black coffee blues

[xphotoxgeekx]

each night they come. i close my eyes and my head becomes a playground for terrors. vividly, they march up my spine and wind in and out of my brain. i open my eyes to escape them, but theres only darkness down there. i try to wrap myself in the warm body next to me, but he sleeps contently, not knowing. not all these nightmares are about death or monsters. some things, the things that lurk in the darkest regions of the heart, are much, much worse.
i just want to feel like a woman, even though i know im just a baby.