2.23 a.m.
around this time
you realise that you are not okaythat everyone around you
is safe in their dreams
while you are kept awake
by all the demons
that don't let you sleep.your thoughts begin to spiral
and downward you go
as soon as your first tear falls
it's like you've called in a Stromyour heart is in tangles
and you mind is a mess
you find yourself scattered
drowning in a sea of yourself own sadnessand now you lay awake
wishing you spent the night
counting stars
instead of all the
problems in your life.🅰🆄🆃🅷🅾🆁'🆂 🅽🅾🆃🅴
It's really hard to wake up from a nightmare even if you aren't even asleep.
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