From the bottom of my heart

insomnia

I write, till
My eyes tear up with fatigue
I write, till
My lips are dried up by late night
Confessions, apologies.
Blood seeps through my sleeves
And sweat permeates my skin
Leaving a deceivingly shiny sheen of liquid over it.
I write,
Until sleep claims me

but it never does.

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A/N: The persona is suffering due to her own lies that tire her out, but ironically, it is also the reason for her sleepless nights.