Sleep eludes me
In the darkest of night
Why does my mind
Always put up a fight?
Words don't bring justice
To the pain harbouring within
And I fear in the weight of this
My mind grows paper thin
I can not bare to think
Nor can I bare to speak
My emotional breakdowns
Are at their highest peak
When did I lose myself?
Where did I go so wrong?
When did my heart
Begin pouring out its lonely song?
I beg someone to listen
If only for a second
Try to understand
I'm drowning in this wreckage.
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Idiosyncrasies of an Introvert
Poetry{COMPLETE} Poetry from the ill mind ❝Her heart is played like well worn strings In her eyes the sadness sings Of one who was destined for better things.❞ © Lang Leav
