I'm always tired, but I don't sleep.
I'm afraid to awaken with screams
From the trauma of my dreams.
I see everyone I love die a brutal death.
When I awaken, I'm out of breath.
True sleep, I can never catch.
I'm so tired of these horrid dreams.
I wish to have something happy, please.
But I know, they'll never cease.
I hate the feeling of constant fatigue.
Who can save me from myself?
Feeling so helpless, I cry for help.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
