Look at the dark circles under their eyes;
They only get worse each night.
They've had them for years.
The truth is sleep just isn't for them.
As children they knew the saying
"The reason you can't sleep is because you are awake in someone else's dreams"
It took them a few years to realize,
This wasn't true.
No one would ever dream of them.
They were just a waste of space.
Everyone wants them gone.
Each night They lied awake
Soon being known as an insomniacs.
Sleep used to be an escape,
Like a temporary death.
But now that's gone.
And if you can't sleep,
then you can't dream.
If there is no dreaming,
then what is the point of living.
Now the night is consuming them.
They have only two choices.
Stay awake or join the dead.
But death is a permanent sleep,
And even then
will it shut up the voices in their heads.
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Not so average poetry
PoetryPoems of Suicide, depression, body image, self harm, insecurities, ect. Some are triggering so please take any warnings seriously. Many are written in first person, but they don't refer to myself. If you have any suggestions or ideas let me know. En...
