in the dream i am running
my legs are lead and my head spins but i am running and i am refusing to stop
exhaustion tugs at my lungs and when i wake up i wipe away sweat and know that i am still as tired as i was when i fell asleep
pink
the pills that i take to keep me asleep are bubblegum pink
artificial and sweet
much like the sleep they induce
when people ask about the last time i slept well, i don't have an answer
i want to say never
never in my life have i had a peaceful night, at least not that i can remember
but i smile and say "oh, last week or so. i'm just a bit stressed"
the truth is that sleep has always been somewhat foreign to me
at night i am haunted by my waking traumas
i don't think ill ever be truly awake
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Grape Soda
PoetryWARNING: this book contains explicit topics such as abuse, rape, homophobia, transphobia, etc. if any of these things bother you DO NOT READ. i use these poems to cope with trauma.
