He doesn't sleep well anymore
Not since depression caressed him
And took over his sleep for the worst
He wakes up at 3 AM
And just stares at the ceiling
Feeling dead inside
Feeling his soul ache from the cracks
His mind is exhausted
But it takes a lot of tossing and turning
To return to sleeping once more
Then he wakes up far too early,
Sometimes 6 AM
Sometimes 7 AM
He wakes up unsurprised
As this is ritual
He feels dissociation kick in
And let's his body simply drift
His body feels sick and tense
His head hurts
And his mind spins
The next night he'll remember
To take his pills
The doctors gave him
Then he'll only wake up once
And then his body won't take
Such a toll
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Desolation Boy 2
PoetryThis ones for the people who feel like human errors every day of their lives All poems are from my head, heart & soul !TRIGGER WARNING!
