I lay awake in bed at night
Just staring at the walls
I hear noises through the shadows
Footsteps inside the halls
I let my past thoughts wander
pick apart the words I chose
Could I have been a little nicer
Before I let old friendships close
My brain is doing somersaults
Playing games inside my head
Sometimes I really wonder
If things will be quieter when I'm dead
I'm really quite exhausted
But going to sleep is such a trial
Don't know when I felt well rested
I've haven't done it for quite a while
I lie awake in bed at night
No rest for me to find
I'm sure it would be easier
If I could simply turn off my mind
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A Dash of Madness
PoetryThe mind is a horrible thing to waste. Now when you have a mind like mine, where monsters come out to play and happy things come in bursts, it helps to write things down. From bad days to good days and everything in between I try to make sense of...
