I need someone to talk to.
I'm tired. Too tired to explain.
I'm too much of a coward.
I'm scared of being judged.
I cry instead.
Cry until both sides of my pillow are wet.
I drown myself in those meaningless tears.
The sound coming out of my stereo lets me sink deeper.
I'm in deep slumber.
Don't wake me up, for I'm still afraid to talk.