Insomnia

OrderFallingToChaos

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?

  • Author: OrderFallingToChaos (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 25th, 2018 07:13
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  • sylviasearcher

    Or maybe all that does insomnia?

    • OrderFallingToChaos

      fair point. thanks for the read.

      • sylviasearcher

        It was a relatable poem. It seems the very same things keep me from waking up!

      • Christina8

        So beautifully written. I'm so sorry you are in pain. I think poetry helps. I also tell almost no one I write.

        • OrderFallingToChaos

          its alright im working through things, but thank you. also thank you for the read. and while probably a long shot, im up 99% of the time if you do need or want to talk.



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