"Stinging eyes, hightened pulse, yet awake so wide,
Harsh moments ready to kick in like a strong tide.
So anxious for coming days, So depressed for spent ones,
Heaviness linger right within like I'm carrying tones.
With no motivation and tired limbs, I toss and turn,
Throbbing mind catch fire to make me burn.
"You deserve to suffer" my mind says,
I shut my tired eyes by falling sun rays.
With wandering thoughts I tend to fight,
Just like that I spend my sleepless night."
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Chaotic Mess.
Poetry"I can't understand the chaos within me," She whispers finally letting the tears roll down, crumbled in her room, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath as she tries to hold herself, as she begs her heart to stop hurting so much. A collection of pr...
