Every morning
I lie in bed,
afraid
to open my eyes.
Afraid
for the day
to start.
Every morning
I lie in bed,
wishing
to not feel
the pain,
the hatred,
the anxiety.
Wishing
to not feel
numb
as the consequence.
I don't want
to feel,
but
I don't want
to not feel
either.
Every morning
I lie in bed,
afraid
to wake
because
I know
my wishes will
not come true.
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Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
