My mind races at night,
I think of ways to escape
my inevitable impending demise.
Does your reflection scare you
as much as mine scares me?
I laugh at everything, even at pain.
I saw you pretending that the world
was treating you unfairly.
They keep leaving,
ever thought you might be the problem?
I am thinking about the sunset we saw,
if only I had had the courage to tell you the truth.
Maybe then you would have healed.