It is nights like these where I want to sleep for days on end.

It is nights like these where I give myself up to an alternate authority and let my soul drift away.

It is nights like these where I do not want my body, where I want someone else and to be who I am not.

It Is nights like these where I fantasize about disappearing. The act of escapism to relinquish the insecurity felt within.

It is nights like these where I feel alone and without a soul to speak.

It is nights like these where I give up.