I took my meds though...
Why am I still up?
Why can't I fall asleep?
Meds, no meds, I'm still here.
Awake.
Watching kdramas.
Maybe I should put some music on.
That helped the other day.
Should I count sheep or count my flaws.
I have enough to dose off on.
This anxiety in my heart.. racing.. like it has somewhere to be. A goal to accomplish.
Where is it running off to?
Even my heart wants to leave me.
Ugh. Count. Just count.
One sheep.
Fat.
Two sheep.
Ugly.
Three sheep.
Dumb.
Four sheep.
Slob.
Five sheep.
Slow.
Six sheep.
Mean.
Seven sheep.
Seven.
....seven...
I think I'm starting to get sleepy.
Maybe this is working.
Seven sheep.
Liar.
Liar.
Z
Liar.
Zz
Ah yes.. sweet sheep. Hop on over the fence into my field of insecurities.
Zzz
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We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human
PoetryWhat goes on inside the mentally stricken mind?