I stay up all night.
My mind gives me a fright.
I do not have enough might.
The outside has become bright.
I become blinded by the light.
My mind takes its own flight.
Acting like a bed bug, it takes a bite.
In my head, only darkness is in sight.
But I mustn't give up, and must fight.
I sit in my bed, upright.
I mustn't give up, not in despite.
I must smite the blight and not let it overwrite.
I will be alright.
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Stale Words
Poetry𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 is an ongoing book and collection of poems and sonnets made by me, inspired by my thoughts, dreams, and personal experiences. As someone who lives with depression and anxiety, a lot of my thoughts are bound to not be very pleas...
