I lie awake listening.
To the world that's fast asleep.
2 am is peaceful time.
For a normal person at least.
The knives are napping.
The razors are dreaming.
I best not disturb them.
Or else,
I risk waking the demon that hides inside.
It waits for that 2 am time.
When thoughts wander.
And sadness peaks.
Because while I'm awake dying.
Everyone's in their dreams living.
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Diary of an insomniac
RandomI'm gonna write some poems about what it's like to be depressed, or have a sleeping disorder. Trigger warning.
