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ill insomnia

its not fun living in my mind,

i know i need sleep to survive.

thoughts collide, like a car crash

nightmares postponed cant relax

lack of sleep, leads to lack of self-confidence,

doubting my own competence,

stumbling on every sentence,

mentally screaming someone end this.

im falling apart inside myself,

cant stand and nobody can help

i still pretend that i fine,

even though im literally lying

counting the hours,

staring at the ceiling,

every second

drags out the feeling

my skin feels like a curse

i drown in an idea, worse

thoughts sprint into my mind,

scared they’ll step on the landmine

questions bleed, but answers hide,

lost in a maze I feel confined

im in a mental asylum

held hostage w/no reason

insomnia or my addiction

a crime as bad as treason

dying is one temptation

trying to not press the button

but continues in delusion

time that i am losing

i fear im an illusion

regret, my brain is in jeopardy

sleeps the way to reach clarity

i feel my own eyes rotting

the clock looks at me mocking

i stare at it with free will

sun comes up and i feel ill

too late to take NyQuil

my thoughts come in like overkill

lack of sleep, leads to lack of self-confidence,

doubting my own competence,

stumbling on every sentence,

mentally screaming someone end this

battling shadows with empty fists,

wondering if i even exist

im falling apart in silence,

monsters stir within my mind

im in a mental asylum

no escape but only time

held hostage w/no reason

counting the seconds, staring at the ceiling,

drowning in this feeling

silence sounds like screeching voices,

echoes of regret, drowning in the noises


im over it

10/26/2024

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