Poetry of a lost teen

dark

And a long time after
Fixing my sleeping pattern
Came another sleepless night
3 am and I'm stuck in my thoughts
All over again
My minds playing games
These thoughts stab my lungs like sharp knifes walking the streets of an old forest
A forest that hadent been visited over time
Though the sun peers through
And tends to shine
The forest were dark
Darker with time
~H1