She sits in bed afraid to sleep
Because in her dreams she sees
Her mistakes and the memories
She wants , no needs to forget
So she stays up nights on end
Staring up at the blank ceilings
Trying to sleep but not trying to
Fall into the darkness that is her life
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PoetryPoetry isn't like clockwork it comes when it wants when it feels its presence is needed so when it comes knocking I answer
