Each day I lay awake wanting my eyes to close.
Time passes and I lay there not dreaming.
When I force my eyes close, they open back up.
I look like a porcelain doll that never sleeps.
Sometimes I look like a ghost, wanting to be dead.
They say pills help but they don't.
Is the only way out of this death, I think in bed.
No, because your friend has a long road ahead.
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My Poems
PoetryA collection of poems that I write in my free time. I like to express my thoughts through words. //TW They are kinda dark but that's cause they are based off my feelings.
