You see,
My insomnia is a saddist
It enjoys seeing me suffer
From a nightmare when I am awake
It doesn't want me to sleep
It doesn't want me to dream
You see,
My insomnia is afraid,
Afraid of losing me
Afraid of letting me go
And has fear of deep comas
But never of the dark
You see,
Insomnia made me stare at ceiling
For the whole night
Insomnia made me cry
And hate myself
And scream "Why the fuck can't I sleep?!!"
Insomnia is shit
But when I saw you sleeping beside me
While holding my hand
Never in my entire life, thought that there was a thing called
Best insomnia
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Monsters Are Human
PoetryShe was poetry in a world still learning the alphabet. [ Just poems I found on Tumblr.] [ I do not own any of these!! ] [ The first few are horse poems. But it gets better. ] #230 in Poetry - 1 June 2016
