I lay awake at night for hours,
because...well insomnia does that right?
I browse for a new look online,
because it will make me accept my own.
I write poetry and tell no one,
because my silence is the loudest scream I can muster.
I smile as I get out of bed,
because my issues are my own and you dont need them.
I want tattoos to cover my skin,
because I want to forget its my own,
I want piercings,
because maybe they will pull from the piercing pain that my heart holds daily.
I work as much as I can,
because I fear what may happen if I didnt.
I think of all of this as the sun comes back out to push me into my neverending marathon,
The same marathon that ive been running in place in for years,
because...well insomnia does that right?