It's that feeling of exhaustion
but also the feeling of hate,
hating the fact that no matter
how tight you close your eyes
sleep will never be as peaceful as it used to be.
That little orange bottle is the only color I see
with the little white pill smiling back at me
I take one, or two, or three,
because I want to feel numbness over pain;
The pain that haunts my dreams.
I don't share because why should I?
Nobody noticed and nobody asked.
Why would I tell them the thoughts that
lie within me?
I'd rather just pretend even if it is exhausting
I'd rather be asleep than feel what I feel,
so maybe I can take one pill or all of them,
to see if I can only just rest...
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Whispers
PoetryI scream but all you hear is whispers -- ι wrιтe тнe world ғroм мy eyeѕ. alwayѕ wrιттen, never ѕpoĸen. --- Winner of 'The Lavender Award' Best Cover! 1st Place in "The Bubble Tea Awards" in Poetry 1st Place in 'The Golden Awards' in Poetry 2nd Place...
