I am tired
So drained my eyes close themselves
but I will not sleep
Memories tattooed to the insides of my eyelids
Playing like a motion picture
I am nothing but condemned
to relive and relive and relive the horrors
the thoughts
the comments
With no pause
Or eject
I am stuck
With nothing to calm my overactive imagination
Dreams turned to nightmares
While I am still awake
Because I am always awake
Even with closed eyes
YOU ARE READING
This is Me
PoetryA Teenager through Poem. **Cover Credits to the amazing ILikeFarts**