He drives
There is no one on the road
At this time at night
His eyes are red
He is not tired
He had 3 cups of coffe
He cant sleep
He cried
He is tired of cring
He decided to drive
Wall
He didn't try to brake
He wanted to die
He open his eyes
His mother smiling at him
His dad says:"Why?"
He says
"Because I'm diffrent"
He closed his eyes
He never opened them again
The rain fell in his grave
The funeral was sad
However this time
For a change
He was happy
The tiredness started to sink in. I find the most sinplest things hard to do. It's even hard to wake up in the morning with oul longing to back to sleep. I once used to wake up early now it's too hard to me. Why god, why I need to be that lazy? WHY?