insomnia (yoonmin)

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Mom back then: an innocent soul, desperate, unharmful....

Mom now: Cheater, lair, sinner, harmful....

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"My mother a cheater...."  My voice echoed in my head.  

I laid in bed with my eyes: stapled open.  I heard footsteps: with the door opening, knowing it was my mother sneaking out to sin.  My father not home but out getting drunk.  

"My dad a useless drunk...."  Another voice in my head echoed.  Then there was me, taking custody of the pain: by myself.  

"My bottle of pills."

"My body taking them in."

"My eyes still open."

"My mother a lair."

"My father a drunk."

"Myself a person."

Though I knew what was going on: I couldn't have cared less.  My brain nor my emotions could function: here, staring with a blank expression.  Only to hear sardonic laughter, mimicking: over and over, in my head.  

I hated it.  

I wanted everything to stop.  

I wanted everything back to how it was in my mind.  In my soul.  But my body couldn't express that.  My words couldn't express that.  I only could just think about my mother, my father, and myself.   Not being able to write it down on a piece of paper with a pen.  Only to sit there as if I was: 'emotionless, hollow, non-existent...'  

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