Dreadful nights, the moon's hours are barely ticking by
Black is my sight, till the sun's first rays kiss the sky
Not daring to get up, what is it that makes me stop?
Perhaps the faces in the dark, succeeding in leaving their awful, awful mark
Like ghosts in a void, but it all feel so suffocatingly real
All looking terrible and humanoid, there's nothing at all that cal appeal
Ignoring their faces and haunting stares, trying to soothe my senses and standing neck hairs
Like the tips of knifes, dragging along my delicate skin, their nails slice through the thin air that we're breathing in
Difficult to ignore, more so than I want to admit
I've set my goal and aim to strongly hit it
It can be frustrating but I feel committed, I'm not one to stay and feel rigid
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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...
