Midnight Torment;

maybe it's because it's late at night, or early in the morning, i don't know which one. maybe it's because i wish i had someone else's sweatshirt to wear. maybe it's because there are so many songs in the world and i am sad because i will never be able to hear them all. maybe it's because everything else is covered in the shadow of the moonlight and for some reason, the moon makes things quiet. maybe it's because i want to cry cus i will never be able to fix everything that so desperately needs repair. maybe it's because i, myself, am so far beyond repair. maybe it's because i'm always feeling trapped. but whatever it is that's making me want to live has settled inside of me and it won't calm down till my hands are in the air and im runing, running nowhere and everywhere as fast as i can. i just want to run, to live. maybe it's the greying hope for the future. maybe it's the teenage angst, the desire to get away. or maybe, just maybe, it's because i'm destined for something more than this.