Awake at night
Awake always
Sleep is a privilege
Can I have it anyways?
Living like a zombie
Numb and being in a daze
When I look in the mirror
I hardly recognize this face
Awake at night
Awake always
Sleep is hard to come by
Can I have it anyways?
Droopy eyes
Skin white as snow
I feel cold as ice
And on the inside it's hollow
Awake at night
Awake always
Sleep can be terrifying
Can I have it anyways?
Nightmares come and go
In those 3 hours a night
I wake up sweating, feeling scared
And still tired, always tired
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Amy's Poems
PoetryHi there I write poems to express myself. It's about my mental health but also about mental health in general. Maybe you can recognize yourself in my words, maybe not. I just like to share. I'll keep adding Poems to this 'book', so keep an eye open...
