Insomniac
I think back to the day behind me,
Throwing fake smiles left, and right,
When really, I just want to die.
Blackness.
It encompasses every corner of my room.
A veil over my eyes making everything invisible.
I play music hoping to clear my mind
Of thoughts that haunt my dreams,
And make the the monsters come out to hunt.
I lie waiting, hoping that sleep will come,
And whisk me away to a place,
Where my mind is not occupied.
For hours I lay in bed, awake.
I try and try to sleep but a busy mind cannot dream,
And my mind is like a beehive, always buzzing.
The sun starts to rise and lighten the Earth,
The larks sing to each other,
The sweet melodies of love and sorrow.
I look on to the day ahead of me,
Throwing fake smiles left, and right,
When really, I just want to die.
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My Heart's Prison
PuisiThis is a collection of poems from a harder time in my life. They are not exactly joyful and have many subjects that people try not to broach frequently. These are very personal, but I hope that other people out there can relate. Thank you for readi...
