LongFuse

Body is exhausted. Eyelids are heavy. Eyes are closed. Dark. Night. Silence. And my mind? Racing.

And sometimes, Especially in times like these, I want a someone. I want them to come with me to bed, And to help me undress, Because I'm just So tired. I want to feel their lips On my forehead, And to see through my half lidded eyes the smile that accompanies Their innocent kiss. I want them to lie by my side, And to hug me, And to feel them wrapping me In their humanly warmth. I want to lie in bed, And feel safe When the arms Of a someone Protect me From the night With love.

Why can't you just be happy for me? That the one song I played was the awesomest there. Why can't you just say "I'm proud of you!"? Instead of bombarding me with questions and statements. Question and statements that make me feel bad about myself. Questions and statements I really don't want to hear. Really don't want to. Questions and statements like, "Why did you only play one song?" "What happened to the solo you were going to do?" "Why didn't you convince them?" "It's probably because you weren't good enough." "He played better than you." "Why did you get such a small part?" "Why did you get that song?" "I'm only trying to