nothing makes sense.
NOthing makes sense.
noTHING makes sense.
nothing MAKES sense.
nothing makes SENSE.
This is me slowly losing my brain.
I want to sleep, but I want to stop
wanting to sleep.
I want to write, but I can't
put words into a story.
I hate poetry, but fragments
is all I can write.
I am not okay.
And I'm talking to him.
It is not okay to not be okay
and talk to him.
I really should sleep.
But that's just a defense mechanism.
A way to avoid my problems.
Problems that have been manifesting
for days because I sleep them off.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Poetry (For You)
Poetry"Poetry" collection poems, songs, phrases, etc A bit of my heart and soul in every phrase, stanza, line.
