My eyes are like a television screen, however, my brain does not dare dream.
Instead it turns to its favourite channel, overthinking.
It does not play a show of the fun I had drinking, rather fixating of the times I cried myself to sleep, sinking.           
Reminding me; my brain isn’t familiar with calm, often aiding and abetting, for my brain is filled with insanity, dangerous rumination, and anxiety, never fading.