I can't stand it anymore.
I can't keep having
Sleepless nights.
I can't keep pretending it's okay.
That we're okay.It's not.
We're not.I can't get over it.
What you did to me on my birthday.The way you invaded my home,
Like me being unconscious was some
Sort of invitation to you.
It wasn't.I can't fucking sleep because
As soon as I close my eyes
I feel your fingertips tracing my skin
Again.
I see you touching me.I told you I'm fine and I'm over it
But every time I look at you
I still see the boy you were that day.I can't let anyone hug me
Or touch my hands,
Arms,
Face,
Any part of me.
Because when they do,
I just feel your hands.I can't keep doing this.
I don't eat,
I don't sleep,
All I do is overthink
And breakdown when everyone's
Asleep or I'm alone.No matter how many times
I wash my body,
I still feel your filth.I can't keep breaking down
Whenever I'm trying to sleep.
If any keep doing this.
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Hopeless State Of Mind
PoetrySad peoms and stories from built up emotions & memories over the past 3 years.