Your still here everyday.
An I just want to run away.
Yet something pulls me back.
It makes me stay.
At night I lay,
Awake, fearing sleep,
Oh how I quake.
My dreams, worse the reality I just can't take,
So I walk around sporting a smile,
Funny how no one sees its fake,
Because of all the shit just can't take.
So tonight the blood runs warm an thick.
But now my hand won't shake,
Because after all this,
I know, it can't be a mistake.
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Sleepless Night
PoetryA number of random pieces that I've written at random times all tied together with a similar theme, sickness, sadness, and sleeplessness.
