Legs ache, feet hurt
Trying my best not to blurt
Out the pain, the ache
Grit my teeth and try to not break
Since the afternoon my legs have felt pain
But I do know that there's something I gain
Tis only a growing pain, I get them often enough
Smile and grin, maybe they'll buy the bluff
It hurts, yet the pain is only physical
My mind wondering why, ever so quizzical
Why do we have such pain?
Why can't we just have the gain?
Can't sleep because it hurts me
Try as I might, insomnia won't leave me be
FNAF screaming in my ears as I write
Their very words similar to my plight
They always cry silently in pain
So do I, but at least I get some gain
I wonder what animatronics feel
Do they believe it's possible to heal?
Often weird thoughts fill my head
Especially late at night when I'm in my bed
Catchy tunes play via my Bluetooth headset
The ones that I did finally get
Shifting my legs and hand
Wanting to get up and stand
Imagining how tired I'll be in the morn
Even though sleep was something I'd sworn
I wanna finish my art
But I don't want to do the hard part
Annoyed by the floof in my hair
Flops in my eyes, it does dare
Wondering why Demons is playing on my FNAF track
I shrug and decide to not go on the attack
Watching my stuffed cat stare at the wall
Wondering what would happen if there was suddenly a ball
Suddenly Tattletail songs come up
Wondering why noone in it says 'yup'
Loving the cool breeze of my fan
Remembering something someone on MC said about a ban
Hoping to fix MC tomorrow in vain
Because I really want it back to gain
Quickly skip a song I know I hate
Thinking 'WTF' with distaste
Pausing a moment to scratch my chin
Then I pick up the phone and once again begin
Taking another break to check a site
My tired eyes still my main plight
A song comes on that reminds me of a vid
Where all the monster had to be hid
Taking a break to watch some Markimoo
Laughing because it's what he always makes me do
Coming back, checking the time
Wondering how much longer I can rhyme
It's 3:45am I see now
I wonder at this point, how
Emotional talks with timezones are hard
But at least I don't have to sing like a bard
Mind not tired, won't shut down
Millions of thoughts nipping like a hound
Mario song comes on, I giggle in fun
As I image how little Mario did run
Welp I guess I'll try to sleep
I hope I don't hear another peep
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Heyo it's ya boi Cassia!
If you couldn't tell, my mind tends to be a little wacky when I haven't slept. It was nearly 5am when I finally got some sleep.
Anyways,
Until next time,
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Half Truths and Hidden Memories
PoetryA place of sorrow, of fear, of pain. A place of joy, of hope, of love. A place to cry out in fear. A place to shout in joy. A place to be myself, and hope not to be judged for who I am.
