Sleep hasn't been restful
It has turned into a battlefield of memories in dreams
Nightmares
Never ending until I wake up in a panic
Every hour startled awake
Running on broken sleep is another hellscape
No motivation no energy
I'm more productive on function with slim to no sleep.
I rather be fueled with caffeine than the sleep of torment
Flashbacks of memories you thought you healed from
Are they really dreams if they're memories you once forgotten?
Suppressed to forget
Main person didn't believe me and truly still don't.
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Internal Woes
PoetryPoetry that contains life experiences. childhood trauma, a woman battling anxiety and depression. Thank you if you choose to read this. If it's triggering to you it's okay to not continue reading. Your mental health matters.
