Every night I lie awake trying my damndest to give a name and a voice to the words floating through my head.
Their whispers, their echoes, keep me from dreaming. From sleeping.
You used to lie beside me, comforting me, holding me in your arms. It was the only way to make them be still.
But you’re gone now and these screams in my head are all that’s left.
I miss the comfort of silence you gave to me.
I miss the peace. I miss the dream.