Eh, I'm sorry..

There's something about every night.

Or may be you can say that

It's just one thing which turns out the light.

I lay awake in my bed,

Look up at the ceiling;

books, phone screen and laptop;

Think of the words to describe certain feelings.

I am tired and sleepy,

My bloodshot-puffy eyes are just creepy.

I refuse to get some sleep,

Feel empty and unwanted till I start to weep.

Like I've been told,

I seem like shy, quiet, lovable person from the outside,

No one really knows that I hold,

Anger, Loneliness, sadness, fear and self loathing deep inside.

I'm sorry, I am not perfect.

I'm sorry, I am always upset.

I'm sorry, I overreact,

I'm sorry, I think too much before I act.

I'm just really scared, that I'll hated on,

I really think it would've been better if I wasn't born.

I'm sorry, I can't put a smile on your face.

I'm sorry, I know that I'm missing the living grace.

I'm sorry, I push you all away,

I'm sorry, I act like "nothing happened" during the day.