sleep

"This pain is beating, I don't feel real. I don't feel real..."

The voice flowed effortlessly through my ear buds, waking up everything that lay numb inside. All the aches that I had manged to lock away for the past few months were catching up to me. I squeezed my eyelids together in an attempt to drown out images of the night, and of every night that led up to this point. The alcohol was wearing off and with it went the anger that I felt for him. The anger I felt for myself for allowing my emotions to interject. Anger had turned to pure, unfiltered sadness. I only found solace in the fact that he would never get to see me like this.