They ask me why I laugh the loudest, I say no reason
My brain whispers and teases me , it knows I'm close to crying 😔
They ask me why I say I'm basically nocturnal , I say just a funny phrase
Insomnia jerks on my sleeve dragging me back to bed
My wall is lined with masks and this one fits the best
They ask me why they can see some dark circles under my eyes , I turn away and mumble, sorry
I got no sleep last night , the shadows refused to let the sleep take me
They ask why my sleeves are stained red , Sorry I spilled some paint on it
The razor has a new spot in the bath
My mind screams , and whispers , every word a knife ,every word a pinprick ,my insomnia is a giant and a mouse ,my anxiety leaves me sleeping on lakes sometimes or in shallow puddles , my feet feel heavy and weightless
The wind blows me and barely moves leafs. Insomnia,depression , anxiety.
There's no cure just some brain pills able to adjust how we think .
We are never cured , we have to claw our way back to the free ,weightless , and breeze days . Not the loud , hurricane and heavy days
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PoesieI've been writing for years . And some of my works on here were written when I was younger and didn't have the best understanding of writing .So bear with me because those don't reflect who I am as a writer anymore . . . . I believe, the BEST way t...
