I hate going to sleep.
Because the hours I lay in my bed,
In the darkness,
In the state of restlessness,
Are the hours my brain overflows with thoughts.
Otherwise, I lay there with absolutely nothing but the silence.
White noise rings in my ear.
I'm afraid of what silence does to me.
I'm afraid of the unknown.
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Depressing Poems
PoetryA collection of poems focusing on the topic of depression. TW: Includes topic of depression and self-harm, includes profanity.
