Legs ache, feet hurt
Trying my best not to blurtOut the pain, the ache
Grit my teeth and try to not breakSince the afternoon my legs have felt pain
But I do know that there's something I gainTis only a growing pain, I get them often enough
Smile and grin, maybe they'll buy the bluffIt hurts, yet the pain is only physical
My mind wondering why, ever so quizzicalWhy do we have such pain?
Why can't we just have the gain?Can't sleep because it hurts me
Try as I might, insomnia won't leave me beFNAF screaming in my ears as I write
Their very words similar to my plightThey always cry silently in pain
So do I, but at least I get some gainI wonder what animatronics feel
Do they believe it's possible to heal?Often weird thoughts fill my head
Especially late at night when I'm in my bedCatchy tunes play via my Bluetooth headset
The ones that I did finally getShifting my legs and hand
Wanting to get up and standImagining how tired I'll be in the morn
Even though sleep was something I'd swornI wanna finish my art
But I don't want to do the hard partAnnoyed by the floof in my hair
Flops in my eyes, it does dareWondering why Demons is playing on my FNAF track
I shrug and decide to not go on the attackWatching my stuffed cat stare at the wall
Wondering what would happen if there was suddenly a ballSuddenly Tattletail songs come up
Wondering why noone in it says 'yup'Loving the cool breeze of my fan
Remembering something someone on MC said about a banHoping to fix MC tomorrow in vain
Because I really want it back to gainQuickly skip a song I know I hate
Thinking 'WTF' with distastePausing a moment to scratch my chin
Then I pick up the phone and once again beginTaking another break to check a site
My tired eyes still my main plightA song comes on that reminds me of a vid
Where all the monster had to be hidTaking a break to watch some Markimoo
Laughing because it's what he always makes me doComing back, checking the time
Wondering how much longer I can rhymeIt's 3:45am I see now
I wonder at this point, howEmotional talks with timezones are hard
But at least I don't have to sing like a bardMind not tired, won't shut down
Millions of thoughts nipping like a houndMario song comes on, I giggle in fun
As I image how little Mario did runWelp I guess I'll try to sleep
I hope I don't hear another peep
_______________________________________Heyo it's ya boi Cassia!
If you couldn't tell, my mind tends to be a little wacky when I haven't slept. It was nearly 5am when I finally got some sleep.
Anyways,
Until next time,
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Half Truths and Hidden Memories
PoetryA place of sorrow, of fear, of pain. A place of joy, of hope, of love. A place to cry out in fear. A place to shout in joy. A place to be myself, and hope not to be judged for who I am.