I'm an insomniac,
But I don't mean for sleep.
I struggle to stay awake;
My dreams I'd rather reap.
Mentally I'm drained,
I feel ready for death.
I yearn for a coffin
But I'll just settle for bed.
My family confused,
My friends, they don't get it-
But how do I tell them
Every day I start dreading?
Because I'm not meant to be here,
It was all a mistake.
In my dreams I am real,
But out here I feel fake.
"You're wasting your life," they say.
Whilst I'm sleeping it away.
But this life was wasted on me anyway.
I don't struggle to stay awake;
I just don't want to be
Living in a world
Where I'm not meant to be.
- O.R.W
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LIE IN MY EULOGY
Poesia"Lie in my eulogy" is a journey through the unfiltered realities of trauma and struggle. In each verse, this collection lays bare the raw emotions tied to mental health, heartbreak, and abuse. Each poem captures the weight of unspoken pain, heavy he...
