I lie awake.
Can't escape.
I find the light.
I make my way to it.
I'm out.
It's peaceful.
But I can't help but feel trapped.
I'm not alone.
I trade one hell for another.
But now I share his hell.
It's nicer.
I like it here.
Even if it's hell. It's better when you aren't alone.
I've gotten tired.
I went for a walk.
I fell.
Though someone offered me a hand.
Who would've thought that just by moving around you could meet someone out of the crowd.
I didn't realize that because I'm so Restless.
I was given a life I'd like to live in with the rest of us.
Because in this hell.
We're all Restless.
