Hi, I am Nayon, you can call me Haniko if you want.. I'm quite shy and like
to be alone, that's just how how I am..
Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love,
the things you are, the things you never want to lose.. want to lose..
Staring at the ceiling,
No sleep for me tonight,
No knife in sight,
So it's alright..
Warm tears start streaming down,
Now i cannot breathe,
Turning over slowly,
I wipe them on my sleeves..
Tossing and turning forever it seems,
Trying to get rid of these dreams,
Take a deep breath in,
Doesn't get rid of the pain within,
I'll waste another sunny day,
Sleeping my pains, my fears away,
And when i wake, i'll wish this past month were just dreams,
Such bad dreams.. that tear my heart by the seams,
Eyes so tired so red,
Im so ready for bed,
My brain wont switch off..it's not alright,
Just another sleepless night.