choking.on.nightmares.

i cant sleep. im afraid of monsters in the dark. not the red eyes staring back from behind the closet door, but the skeletons there. the frames of who i was, of what i couldve been. not the long fingers that claw their way out from under the bed, but the chains hanging down. the expectations keeping me here, limiting creativity. i cant sleep with the lights on. its too bright. it hurts to see the mistakes ive made.