Tiredness.

Something that seems to overwhelm me,

Makes me wish to sleep,

But I cant stop the thoughts.

Thoughts of “What if?”’s.

I know that it’s stupid to think about trying to change the past.

That’s what makes it the past,

It’s already finished,

So you cant go back to fix it.

The questions nearly smother me,

And I try to sleep through all of it,

Taking it all in so that I may finally rest.

But sleep doesn’t come,

Peace wont ever come.