Awake. I lay in my bed in a dark room the only light coming through a crack in the door way, "sleep" I say but then again what was that noise? I someone there? Maybe just a little longer. I stay up more up to 2 am perhaps. Put on some music maybe this will help. 4 am I'm still here staring at the ceiling waiting for sleep to take over but insomnia is holding it captive somewhere in my closet I stand up to check and realize it's dead, insomnia laughs "I've taken over" it says holding me ever so softly. I fall into it's arms. 6 am it's morning now time to go to school when night comes the routine resets and everything happens all over again.
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Suicidal Confessions
PoetryI just wrote these as a way to let out some tension sorry if they don't make sense I'm not very good at writting and this is just how I interpret these things so it might not be what others are experiencing.
