My eyelids are heavy, but my thoughts weigh more than the pull of sleep.
I lie here, desperate for rest, but my mind runs marathons, replaying every wrong I’ve ever done.
Guilt. Regret. Mistakes.
They line up, one after another, marching through my consciousness like ghosts that refuse to be laid to rest.
How do I escape these endless reruns of my past?
Why can’t I just turn it off?
Why is it always easier to remember the wounds than the healing?