I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I am being drowned by some kind of black wave.

But I’m the only one to blame ‘cause I’m always saying, “Its okay, it’s alright”. I put the pain away and let it slide. I forgive and forget it and then you promise me I won’t regret it. But I do; it’s not right, because I turn around and let it slide.