Goodknight

Sometimes I say goodnight, but I still cannot sleep I just stay awake and think, trying not to weep I think about the past and things I just can't let go I think about the feelings, I try hard not to show I think of all the time I've wasted, what I let slip away but I also think of time I have, eager to start another day I still think about you, although I'm really not sure why I think of thing I'd rather not still, no matter how I try I speak of things in whispers, sitting, talking to myself I talk of all my problems and my lack of mental health I ponder of the could have beens and of what there is to be I ponder all my inner good and what stength is left in me I tell myself stop thinking, jut try and clear your mind so you will have more room for what you are meant to find so I brush the dirt off shoulders, lay the weight down off my back I stop being so hard on me, try to cut myself some slack until I slowly fall asleep, slowly doze off in a daze so maybe I can find my way through real lifes crazy maze.