It's 12:40 am.
And sleep have evaded me yet again. Its slips through my fingertips and trickles down
Like blood from a fresh wound
Like a pig on the altar for Zeus
It's 12:41 am.
It's 12:42 am.
And my eyes are weighed down like tombstones floating on the ocean floor.
Its swims with the corspes and glides away.
Like my will to push forward.
It's 12:43 am.
And my stomach cries out for something to fill it up.
It drowns in the copious amounts of water I have layed in it.
It crawls up my throat and out of my mouth
Like a child desperately crawling away.
It's 12:45 am.
And I am finally after 3 hours in bed exhausted enough to fall asleep.
It's 12:52 am.
And the lights are finally turned off.
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Non-FictionWhen the weight of the world seems to rest on your shoulders...will you let it crush you or will you withstand the pain? Book/Journal/Diary/Poems My struggles through high school, depression, eating disorders and life.
