When I wake up
And open my eyes,
I want to sleep,
Go back to sleep.
I roll on my back,
Sighing.
I want to sleep,
Go back to sleep.
My dreams are a way
For me to escape reality.
This repeating life cycle
It's starting to become boring.
I'm just wasting away
My life,
Wondering when it will be
The day I die.
When I wake up
I want to close my eyes
And sleep.
Go back to sleep.
When the sun hits
My eyelids
I just want to sleep.
Go back to sleep.
So I will sleep,
Go back to sleep.
Back into my dreamworld
For eternity.
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Author:
Zora (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 15th, 2025 15:55
- Comment from author about the poem: This is about back when my depression was at its worse, mixing in with me being undiagnosed for bipolar until recently.
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Comments1
Dream withdrawal, I feel it and have lived it, know it and believe it. Well done
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