Lying there in silence,
Waiting for him to come,
But you're disappointed.
You're not surprised,
For this happens often,
As he never shows up
When you most want him.
He's never there
When you need him,
And you call him,
But he doesn't pick up.
Yet the one time he does,
He lets you down,
Seeing as you beg on your knees
And he just fucking leaves.
What did you expect?
He's an asshole,
He avoids you,
He makes you suffer,
He makes you weep,
And his name is Sleep.
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Speaking of which...
*sigh*
I only write when I'm sleep-deprived. Which means I wrote this a few days ago 'cause today I slept well for the first time in over a month and I'm ecstatic.
7/28/2017
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Poetry Over Prose
PoetryI've never been artistic. I've never really liked poetry. So basically, I'm gonna add shit when I'm sleep-deprived and not thinking straight. NOTE: One shitty poem USED TO BE posted every day! Highest ranking: #67 in Poetry (8/17/2017) *** Cover pho...
