Me

When the lights go out, in the stillness of the night, I pray for the morning. It’s tough to fall asleep in the night. It’s hard to remove the traces, every little thing meant something. I beg “me” to cry, “me” holds back its tears, “me” wants to be brave, it’s brave to bear with the unbearable. Either u try to sleep or u wait for dawn, or u even may cry too, it’s ok to cry sometimes.