Echoes in the dark

Shadows dance upon the walls- Whispers secrets I hear them all. It's 3am the loneliest hour,when darkness feels like a blanket too thin, as the city's outside noise is a distant hum. Carrying the weight of everything that isn't mine. Lost I'm the echoes of what I've yet become I'm tired! Exhausted might just be an understatement Weary to the bone,where do I even begin? Am I okay? Still wondering, or just tired of the question? Does it even matter when the answers still unknown? I don't really know myself I'm just digging deeper into my own pain trying to find the root, even if it hurts again maybe in my thoughts I'll find a glimpse of truth tonight or am I still blinded by the lies that makes me feel okay? And hiding from the truth I've yet to face? I'm not okay it's a heavy truth, but it's still true I guess hiding those emotions is what I still need to do.