blatant.

eyes
with thoughts too loud to think.
try to sleep
too sad to be scared..
knifed in my wrist
to wake me up,
maybe then
sleep would be much better.
boredom be a blessing;
cant blame but be liquid.

are you so used to see me breathless?
too numb to be tired
and too tired to be used to this.
nothing.
not even illness.

all i want is what i cant..
run away to forget not forgive
neither of both though we can

just these thoughts too loud to think.