What's real?
What are you feeling?
Is it real?
Why are you here?
Why are you still here?
Your mind keeps going.
You've closed your eyes,
But it keeps going.
You've stopped breathing.
But it's still going.
How can this be?
How are you still feeling this way?
You're tired.
You've slept,
And you're still tired.
Who did this?
Who took it all away?
How has it been so long?
How have You not figured this out?
Where are you running to?
What are you trying to find?
What's taking you so long?
You thought this would help?
Then why do you still want those reckless things?
Why do you smoke?
Why do you cry?
Why are you hiding away?
Why are you denying who you really are?
Who are you?
Take this.
It'll help.
Talk about it.
It'll help.
Take a nap.
It'll help.
Has it helped?
Are you happy?
How are you not happy?
How are you still not happy?
YOU ARE READING
When You Can't Sleep At Night
PoetryOriginal poems. ------------------------------ Who knows what could be in these poems they are purely anything I'm thinking or feeling. Dont read if you don't like or want to read about depressing feelings or suicidal thoughts. Have a nice life :))
