Sleeping is a struggle, my dreams a puzzle. We are always in a tussle. Waking up is not so simple. When I sleep, my mind plays little tapes of my trauma. I just need a flutter of peace to sleep.
- Leann-2025
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Every rose 🌹 grows differently
Poetryheartbroken depression grief love anxiety. I started writing poetry in 2020 after a rough patch in life so I've decided to share some old and new ones some from my diary I hope you enjoy and feel less alone
