Replaceable

 

 

sometimes at night

it’s hard to sleep,

but only at night

when things get deep,

when my negative thoughts

become too steep,

and they control my thoughts

making the happy one bleak,

whether it be

a vanished reliable source of happiness

from where i used to seek,

or maybe it’s my insomnia

making me weak,

this negative thought

making my heart sink,

i guess once again

i was more replaceable that i think.

This poem is about: 
Me

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