Sleepless thoughts

I don’t know how to put these sleepless thoughts into words. They just sit in my chest and rot. I know I have friends—people who’ve said they’re there for me—but every time I think about reaching out, something inside me screams not to. That I’m a burden. That I’m not worth their time or their energy. That there are better people, more deserving people, who actually deserve to be listened to. The voice tells me I don’t deserve help, don’t deserve comfort, don’t deserve someone to walk me through this. It tells me to stay quiet, to swallow it, to disappear instead of asking for anything. I don’t know how to silence that voice. I only know how to believe it.