I know

"I know you..."

I know you cry yourself to sleep, constantly nothing's feeling right,

even if it isn't every night.

I know you feel numbed by it all,

but even the numb have a right to bawl.

I know you're tired, you want sleep, rest from the thoughts your memories keep.

I know you're longing to tell it goodbye,

But you just sit there. You just lie.

"...are telling the truth."