Counting Sheep, But Running Out

It's the quiet night that breaks me. I can't stand the sight of this familiar place. It's the quiet night that breaks me, like a dozen papercuts that only I can trace. Shaking, crying.. Tell me it won't always be this hard. It feels like someone is sitting on my chest. I cant breathe. I am nothing without you, but I don't know who you are. My jaw is clenched tight. You build me up, only to smash my face into the ground. It's like swallowing a hand full of razor blades.. cutting all the way through me from the inside out. I want to scream but my lungs aren't my own. It's the quiet night that breaks me. I can't stand the sight of this familiar place......