I can't I can't sleep
I can't get away from all these thoughts that are haunting me
I asked you to haunt me then I didn't mean now
I wish to sleep without seeing you in my dreams
I can't
I can't breathe.
Why is there a you without me
why is there anyrhing
why is there
that's such a stupid thing to be
I know
I know it's "better"
I know it is.
I know
I
I don't know.
I don't know.
and now I'm here.
and
two nights ago I was there.
and
God I can't believe those thoughts are back
they're persistent too
I can't relax
I'm a threat to myself.
I can't relax.
What was all of that?
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I Wrote This At Midnight
PoesíaI Wrote This At Midnight is a collection of poems I have and will write, that were most likely written late at night (or just feel very chaotic). As always, thank you for your support, I hope you enjoy :) Warning: The poems included are not censored...
