Real loneliness
is fighting your mind
at three am,
to try and get
four restless hours
of useless sleep.
It's when you
cry onto your pillow
so as to not wake
others, who
aren't damaged or
broken, but healthy.
Its when you
don't know who
to call for help
when you are
choking on regrets
and thoughts.
It's wishing
you had a blade
to slice away
all those thoughts.
To fight the damned
demons off.
Lying in bed,
staring at the ceiling
enveloped by darkness.
A stranger to sleep,
or peace. Only
knowing loneliness.
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Poems for my thoughts
PoetryMy literature teacher told me I was talented and that my voice should be heard, so here I am. This is a way I can share my feelings and feel heard. Enjoy! If you like it please leave a comment or send me a message! All rights are reserved, do NOT sh...
