(this paragraph inspired my next poem)
insomnia is a slow, suffocating kind of torture. its lying in the dark, staring at the ceiling as the hours crawl by, the weight of exhaustion pressing heavy on your chest but refusing to let you slip into sleep. your mind races in circles, replaying thoughts you dont want, scenes youve long tried to forget, while the rest of the world slips away into dreams you cant reach. every breath feels too loud, every shift of your body an irritation against the sheets, and the stillness becomes a prison you cant escape. your eyelids burn, your body aches, and yet your brain refuses to surrender to the relief of unconsciousness. the worst part is the waiting—waiting for sleep that never comes, for the night to end, for the sun to rise and start a day youre too tired to face. its like drowning in your own thoughts, helpless and alone, while the hours stretch out into an eternity of wakefulness.
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Poetrytrigger warning. dont expect you to read this, words are simply that. just words. but if you do i hope you enjoy 👍 and if you relate to any of these, im so sorry. (all of these are original and written by me unless its said otherwise) might also in...
