My body seems to give up too
And my soul has given up a while ago.
Getting out of bed's a no,
And my heart beats fast but I feel low.
Strangely feelings in my chest,
Every time I try to get some rest.
At night I'm frightened by my guests,
They keep me awake, you probably guessed.
So I stay awake until next day,
I just can't ignore the games they play.
I wanna sleep is what I say,
But as hard as I try, they won't get away.
So "I'm tired" isn't a lie,
And trough the day I hope I don't cry.
Tears of frustration, can't deny,
Hoping the demons soon say goodbye.
But I am my demons, the mad,
And I am the one making me sad.
It scares me, was never this bad,
Thinking years ago was the worst time I had.
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Written by the Wind
PoetryIf things get too terrible to speak them out loud, that's when I start writing.. A compliation of my german and english poems. //Eine Zusammenstellung meiner deutschen und englischen Gedichte. Don't read it if you're easily triggered. These poems am...
