Insomnia
Must always scratch away
At my sensitive skin
Leaving deep maroon lines
Littered on my limbs
Must always leave burn marks
Scathed all over my body
From countless nights
Of struggling under the weight
Of the cotton scraping sheets
When all I desperately desire
Is to join the deceased
For a few rounds of the clock
Not to halt my lungs' expansion
All together
But to just
Rest everything away
To awake
With nothing left
But
Here I am
3:27 AM
My dilated pupils journeying
Across the
Mountainous texture
Of my chipping beige ceiling
Far too terrified to
Close my eyes
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A/N: Back at it again with the free verses. Why? Because those words come easier to me. I feel more comfortable with that format. Anyhow, I know I've touched on this topic a lot but I always repeat things. I'm unoriginal. Sorry.
