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I am never the one to call it quits I am the one that quietly sits There and takes the hits Working hard to throw my hints
Sitting in my bed T.V. playing Phone sitting in my lap Tears falling 3 a.m. Nobody to talk too Nothing to do I'm tired I can't sleep Tomorrow I will crawl out of bed
There's just too much of the world in a dayTo simply abandon for a broken sleepThe rain is tempting and absurdHushing and freezingLike the woman all the lonely things yearn for and never haveThe darkness, the other mistress;My bed's a pit of pleas
can't sleep. it feels like these walls are closing in on me so i find shelter in your arms instead. (i could stay here forever.)
There are hours of the night when time stands still. Most of these hours lead to the gray light of dawn, the sudden realization that a new day has come to wear still more on my patience.
Looking for sleep but I can't find him Counting sheep has never helped me Since my eyes doesn't close my soul opens Whether for good or bad I'm focused Parents don't want to notice
(Disclaimer: This poem does not insinuate I engage in incest. Mention of sleeping with my brother refers to times in the past that I have been woken up by my younger siblings after they'd
I slept to getaway. I slept to hide from my responsibilities, Now I stay awake to get away from my dreams. Now I stay awake to hide from my thoughts.
Tired eyes wander over foggy plains, unfocused but searching. The overcast sky casts a dreamy gloom over a face with sunken sockets and dry lips.
Curtains and ceilings are the TVs of late night thought trains When you can’t think straight When your mind draws blanks All the patterns are signals Made up
you’ll never know that i drive away smiling going over everything you’ve said, your sweater is on my chest but i wish it was your head.
An anchor tied, around my head push me off. I'll sink to bed. Sleep among, the reef and fen, And hope I never wake again.
Yeah I wanna sleep. But it ain't that simple. I got briars in my eyelids, and my demon holds a whistle.
I can walk into an all-you-can-eat buffet, and my brain will light up like a gambling addict's. Numbers running in my brain, neon signs floating above plates counting fat and carbs and sugar,
The scariest part of being alone is liking your empty home. It’s a double edged blade made of security and pain, it’s depressions bed at three am, it’s saying “i’m okay with this.”
At night I feel the need to move At night I can't stay still But come the morn I have to choose To walk among the real Though I am but a walking corpse Asleep in light of day
Every day has two mornings One with the sun Where beams kiss your cheek And you’re off on the run And one with time
The stars where drunk or maybe it was I. Maybe there was too much coffee in my viens and not enough sleep in my eyes. Maybe I've lost my way or I'm just out of my mind. I'll get myself another cup
Tonight, it’s the future that keeps me up, rapping at my head like a madman. He reaches out his hand, ever slowly Like a snake finding its way to my weakness
3:46 a.m. on a post-rain Kansas Monday. I try to wash away the sleepiness from my insomnia laden eyes, pick a fresh sheet of paper spread clean it almost sheens,
You’d Think Coffee was Some Kind of Miracle Drug 10 PM It’s not like I TRY to stay awake at night. I wonder what she’s doing…
hello night I welcome you your choir of crickets chirping fondly belting bedtime stories your candles in the sky like tiny campfires dying in the distance
O Sleep! the absence of thy gentle touches do I mourn As though the soft caresses lovers make But sharper, for I do the touch of others scorn But could I choose to sleep I’d never wake
I spent every waking minute thinking of you. And when I shut my eyes at 3am? There you were again. ~awatr
Sometimes I wonder whether the night blurs my reality, spending that much time mulling things over must alter it to some extent. But sometimes I wonder whether this is when I’m finally thinking clearly.
Scratching Clawing frantically Wildly raking with my fingers, Trying to hold on To something you can't see Or taste or touch But feel Deep within you When you finally find home
I lie awake thinking While staring at my ceiling About so many things To name a few: my day Tomorrow The paint chip on The wall
Mom, my depression is a shapeshifter. One day it is as small as a firefly in the palm of a bear, the next it's the bear. On those days I play dead until the bear leaves me alone.
I stumble home, inordinately tired -- Spent, drained, and reeling. This weary mind flitters through topics But has the capacity to linger on nothing. Reluctantly, I've given up working,
Sometimes I can't sleep I stay up at night Trapped in my own mind, unable to control me. Sometimes I can't sleep Because the demons take over And I can't fight them on my own
At night I'll lie awake, I'll sit and ponder my mistakes. God, I'm so tired but this desire to be the best won't let me sleep. I'll ponder everything I've done wrong, every stumble every fall
I've tried endlessly to make a shift...to rotate my breathing...1...4...8...1...4...8...to let my eyesdroop,and my heart steady: like honeydripping from a spoon.How sweet sleep would be...
Imagine this. Up and down, Through the night. Your thoughts insane, To give great plight. Imagine this. Tears cannot stop, But hands can scribble, On this paper, Little by little.
One o'clock strikes A time of night not many dare seek Weary limbs move Begging for rest Two o'clock strikes Another hour gone by 'Why oh Why' she cries Rest is far
Ever sense that day, all anyone can say is "How are you doing?" I respond with the simple and basic answer I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, Thanks These two words are the thin veil that protects me from them...
“today” was simply a day yesterday i hardly slept that 9 hours and 13 minutes my alarm predicted i tossed and turned the night prior
We are all standing single file waiting for our turn to plunge into the deep, dark abyss. At night I wonder, how often do two lives end in perfect unison on opposite sides of the world?
Reaching out into the darkness of night I count the flickering stars, and watch the leaves dance like flames glowing in the moon's silver light. The wind runs its cool fingers through my hair,
Voices inside my head They cloud my mind Keeping me up at night—they call my name A little here, a little there I must be crazy
You are a pleasure to most, And a curse to some. You are a ghost, That they can't covercome. For those that fear, And those that submit. You are never clear, You make people acquit.
Dear Poetry, Thank you for always being there. I mean, I'd be worried if you ran away from me Black scribbles flying off the page making me double check my prescriptions
Today I miss Being mentally stable Being hale and whole Having a brain with chemicals made and mixed In the right proportions
It’s bad when time pauses A split second in between laughs A drop of doubt plinking into vast lakes And it’s worse when you’re alone
The angry skies on a sleepless night, Rolling thunder, flashes of light, A tireless battle midst roiling clouds. A quick parry, a sudden thrust, Their booming voices,
Good morning! By good morning, I mean it’s a good thing that you made it through the night. The night is a liar. Maybe not. Sometimes I confuse my anxiety with the night, something like insomnia?
What do you do when your mind is tired but you can't sleep? I have been up for hours tossing and turning on these sheets he read my work and called me a tumblr poet...
I'm wide awake. Night fell long ago; morning rose to take its place. I hide my face from the light. The peace of sleep never graced my pillow. Instead the tumultuous waves
Why should I go to bed when I know sleep is not my friend? Why not get my work done then and do as I please during the day? There's no point trying to do it in the daytime:
What have I done? I'm wide awake. Sleep used to visit at nine and stay until morning light. But now, Sleep only visits in catnaps and quick winks. It's three am--
Sleep is a cat that can't decide whether to come in or to stay out. Sleep is a spider always hiding in a forgotten corner waiting to sneak out and surprise you.
I remember when it used to be so hard to stay up past eleven, or even midnight, but now, we can count ourselves lucky if the stillness of sleep brushes our minds by two or three.
I smile as your arms wrap around me. What more do I need When you surround me? The darkeness is soothing-- It silences the struggles of the day. The emptiness of your embrace
i need sleep being awake puts my life at stake all i can do is think, i’m drowning in thought, please take my consciousness
I wake up to disaster. I go to be in loneliness. I spend the whole day in depression. If you love me then say so, but I wont believe you anyways.
It's my destiny To fall asleep, But I lie here wide awake. My head ablaze But my body still Silently awaiting my fate. For I cannot sleep, How hard I try,
Late at night is when you forget how to breathe Your body freezes and you start taking in short little gasps of air And it's like you are drowning except there's no water around you
Him Twisted, violent Charming, sickening, terrifying The reason I can't sleep anymore Mort
Bed time breathing Braided bones Thoughts unweaving Sleepless moans
It’s clicking marbles off a blank wall. It’s half-grown thoughts overgrowing half-grown thoughts overgrowing half-grown thoughts. It’s the glass of water and the glowing edge of a door.
On sleepless nights When I lie awake I often stare Before I break. I stare at you, Oh ceiling, friend. I stare to make The nightmares end.
It's hard to listen fully To people when they say, "You need a little sleep dear; Your eyes won't be as gray". For how are they to know What sleep does to my mind, How I wake up in a cold sweat,
Dear America, You suck Opening statement: 'you suck' The common phrase of common folk; terrible I have severe chronic depression, insomnia, social anxiety, and yes, I identify as a pansexual
It is four o’clock in the morning And I do not have to look at the glowing numbers beside me to know the time. Every night, it is the same routine: Close my eyes, try to sleep, and wake up even more exhausted.
nothing can bring me peace here in the dark I am dying but the light lives that much is evident seen through shuttered windows
How am I supposed to sleep when my brain will not shut up? How am I supposed to shut it up when I don't even know what it is thinking? So tell me anxiety what it is that you say,
Midnight passed by two minutes, Got beats in my head ticking, And words are lip syncing to the beat. Create a melody. One, two three rhymes. Bittersweet symphony, makes your heart ache like ecstasy.
You call to me in the night, A silent black monolith of blue light, Looming in my waking thoughts and dreams, Punching buttons and tapping strings, The world I think is dull and grey,
I need to sleep, my brain is fried My emotions are bottled up inside I’ve gone too long, I can’t turn back God, I wish it could all just fade to black
Anxiety causes insomnia, I believe this cause, but I am not stressed. My mind is a constant dystopia; My fantasies continue to protest.
Some dream in color. Of their wishes, Their first love. Seeing fortune and serenity And a God above. Others dream of darkness. Their phobias. And pain.
Post midnight Stayed up all night Not really thinking bout a certain thing Not really thinking Awake yet again Stuck in a loop Been stuck in the same bed With nothing to do
I bleed coffee from countless sleepless nights and I can't tell if the bitter taste in my mouth is from my drink of choice or memories of his tongue. Maybe it's the aftertaste
When the sun goes down, the vast majority of people like to hide underneath their heavy, ivory comforters with a couple of coffee stains here and there and they fall into a slumber for
If there's one thing I should ask you, if there's one thing you're to keep well-kindled into memory, it's "Don't let me fall asleep." He can only reach out through my dreams; to slumber's my mistake.
I still see the same faces everyday, but something has changed in yours. Maybe I'm watching too closely for some sign of you missing me.
I would like to learn how to draw an otter My mother’s at sea and I’m her daughter I daren’t go; I’m so scared of water
I should be sleeping, Smiling at sweet and happy dreams, But instead I lay here in bed, Anxiously awaiting day break. I fear closing my eyes, And wandering into my head
It is midnight again and I don’t know how to last another minute. I crush my head between my hands and try to squeeze them out, Should I call them nightmares? Should I call them dreams?
It's dark. /I cannot rest. / No longer can I weep. / With eyes too dry and mind too weak. / My heart pumps fast, / I want to cry. / Anxiety attacks, no telling why. / Exhausting depression creeps in with the sun.
I can't sleep but thats ok Yesterday's become today, Thinking about all I've had Insomnia is not so bad But each new dawn's a passing day And passion has avoided me, Still can't sleep,
A day passes with the click of a clockA meaningless motion of an arbitrary decree.You’ve endured another rotationYou’re a day olderValuable consent and accessible vices.I feel no different
This is ridiculous Borderline creepy insidious Try to blind me Darkness surrounds me Scream in my ears Testing my fears Nice try I'm fearless My anxieties come when I hear less
And that day I went to bed but I never slept because I could never sleep without the part of me you kept
Please let me sleep Stop showing up when I close my eyes Stop haunting me Stop lingering at the end of every thought Please leave me alone And just let me sleep Stop speaking words that only I can hear
The fans rattling again. It's not the only thing shaking in the darkness.But it's making such a loud racket. I keep it on anyway. I'm afraid the silence will kill me. I fight sleep like it's tangible.
It’s the middle of the night. I let the clock reach 2am before I realize that it’s going to be one of those nights. Before I accept that it will be one of those nights.
Can't sleep My brain plays on repeat- can't sleep, can't sleep The chant so loud it drowns out the lack of sound Quiet! Can't you see, I'm trying to sleep? But my own brain is playing tricks on me
Well I had that damn dream again. The one where you come back. You show up at my house, dressed to the nines with roses in your hand.
paint my skies with brilliant shades of blue
I can’t sleep I miss you And I fucking hate how every second I spend is being on my bed, not lying next to you instead.
I do not sleep, My mind talks through the night Keeping me up Until it becomes light. Perhaps it’s from stress, Perhaps it’s from dreams, Not the kind in one’s sleep But the kind in one’s head.
Staring over the steaming fumes,prophetic wisps, tendrils of the muck,rising up and twisting in her nose, Eyes bloodshot,covers torn asunder,an empty bed lays in ruins,
The clock. In the day you may not hear it. But in the night let this be known. Any time you may be stuck awake, It may seem the sound has grown.
Do you ever get tired?
I am laying here in my cold, unwelcoming room Barely tired enough for my eyes to get heavy enough start to close But my mind is so full of thoughts and questions that I can't silence I cannot get my mind to quiet down enough for me to be carried
(written 1/25/2015) there’s always coffee in my veins and music in my ears because i can't stand the thought of not having you and
(written 6/1/2015) My humbled breaths come out shakily in the form of feathery clouds My body is layered fleece to skin under a foggy indigo canopy The sun may not be visible
The room is a cold as her tears Her body is adorned in a veil of dark roses In her hands, margaritas dust her with pollen She looks pretty, I suppose We take our seats and Beethoven begins
Awake one simple word A complicated place to be Awake You have eyes open and are not up Awake yet totally alone In dreams I'm battered and bruised No clue what is dream What is reality
Whiskey-colored rays of light coming from the window dragged me out of bed.
Tick Tock the clock mocks straight from up ahead As I lay, Time keeps pounding down upon my head. My head lays heavy on the dark blue sheets of my bed No matter what I do sleep is something that I dread.
Chimes ring the bell Intone, For whom the bell rings? Alight my heart Damn my soul That is for whom the bell does toll Enter the night
It's 5:56 in the afternoon I just came home from school
The smell of Christmas Trapped inside a candle It’s flame burning bright The only light I need Wide awake with too many thoughts A constant marathon in my mind A race that never ends
There’s a tapping noise repeating like a never ending intro And a light that I should know is only coming from my window When my eyes are closed I cannot shake this ever playing chorus
I spend yet another night, jonsing for a kiss only you can give me, longing to be held only in your arms, wanting to cling onto you and lay down in our blissful silence, saying so much but at the same time, not much at all.
You must not be looking hard enough If you think that life is only rough.
i sleep with the moon, the moment when the sun enters the sky. there’s an ethereal beauty to a blue canvas tinged with gray, where the clouds
Everyone is asleep But I'm conscious Insomnia I've got it bad And the door It doens't help Every time the air turns on It begins to batter Smash smash back and foward
Look and notice In a Mirror Two stare back Their placement becomes clearer looking to the front and never behind because that would be a squalor of time. But yours, in particular,
2 a.m. Everything is sleeping But here I am; wide awake.
Violets are red, roses are blue, and as you can see, I am confused.
Maybe he didn't see the wall.Maybe the darkness forbid sight.Maybe the fog of Depressionsettled over his eyes, blinding,obstructing his perspective.
A growl and a sigh I'm so sick of this. I long reminisce Of my closed peaceful eyes, And the deep calming breath Slowly lifting my chest. Just to lay down and rest
My attempt to fall asleep a dream could reveal nirvana But my mind sentenced awake run on line with a comma Full of drama worlds a stage People acting improve with age Life's a story turn the page
thick blanket of sleep shroud me in your gentle darkness so I no longer have to weep
feelings smash collide and integrate mixing colors like the finger paints my mother made me as a child one minute i am functioning one minute i am overwhelmed and the next i am gone
Tick tock, goes the clock, as I'm just waiting For your mind to click, realize, and see I want you. I feel the bittersweet sting. Wish you would feel the same way about me.
It's 5:23 am and I'm wide awake, as a matter of fact I think this is as awake as I've ever been. I have to pick my clothes up from the cleaners at 9:00, I have class at noon, I have an essay due at 10:00, and I have got to clean my room.
Think not of it as a whirlpool in an empty tub of ice, Think of it as a riptide of rocks in a field of grass.
even the wildest of us, craving freedom, has broken alone, the sleepless nights pass so tediously
I was not beautiful. I am not beautiful. I will never be beautiful. But I could be thin. It began as a whisper It grew louder, it spoke to me Until every day it was a Screaming in my ear,
You say I’m okay On the outside So I must be alright To keep going But have you once thought About how I feel inside
Stare keenly out of the ajar window, to the moon and through the trees.
Characteristics of time change when the clock strikes midnight; the Moon casts his gaze on clumsily painted dreams. A flirtatious affair under a silk cloak of stars,
ceiling cracks, broken backs,
I need a blanket of the easy night sky The soft down of the stars Music conducted by the kind Gaea Her orchestra of crickets and symphony of cicadas Counting bats, instead of sheep
Espresso for hazy cafe nights clean black skies diamonds ringing Luna's fair crown Red-lipped women with cinnamon-skinned men toss laughter into the air delicate fingers and
My dreams are most vivid when I bolt Awake staring at the ceiling where the stucco shoots Constellations to my brain, just a telescope that won’t retract Or react to the basic instincts meant to drive
Mountain valley's rise. to quakes of dissonance, Curving in the gears beneath each watch face,
Those who don’t have Insomnia Will never truly know what it’s like It’s like never being tired It’s like being tired but not being able to sleep It’s a blessing and a curse You sit awake all night
Here I am at dreams gate Slowly sliding inside The place where I trash my tainted thoughts While I tried to hide I tried to run But my shoelaces were undone They sank their teeth in
It's the gaurana, the crickets, the dust bunnies gaurding curtains, gates to a kingdom of ants on a windowsill. It's the tangled, ragged ropes, once daisy chains with wide, flattened faces
I try to stand upright, but I just keep falling. I try to keep the blade away, but I just keep bleeding. I try not to puke, but my throat is raw. I try to care, but I just can't.
Saddened self harmers, Battling bulimics, Angsty anorexics, Isolated insomniacs, Scared schizophrenics, Lonely lesbians, Gloomy gays, Battling bisexuals, Troubled transexuals,
I can't bear the sight of you Your glassy eyes Your Cheshire cat grin You're suffocating me You follow me everywhere You're invading my dreams
Lying awake, I stare at the ceiling, Wondering if I'll ever regain any feeling.
It's roaring Teasing shores back and forth Fading Disappearing Reappearing Picking up momentum Picking up sound It's loud Clashing Crashing Vibrating Screaming
The slumbers of night to me,
My brain flattens upon a wall,
Outside my window lies a deep sorrow, Wouldn't cheer me up if I would have won a lotto. Droopy eyes and slightly red,
At night, I like to lay awake in bed and imagine what the world might really be like. I put on my headphones and I turn up my music until I can't hear myself think
Late nights.... The notes seem to float out of the headphones and into the vacant air as if they are looking for a somber soul in the distance.
Psychologically exhausted yet physically wired by an inner voice louder than the need of sleep itself.
I can't sleep. So I'll ramble about how I miss you, How I wish you were here. Now that I've spent the night by your side I'll never be able to sleep alone. I wonder if you feel the same.
Why Can't You Sleep? Why can’t I sleep? WHY can’t I sleep?! Let’s see how well you sleep with a gun pointed at your head.
it's early. my phone buzzes numbers at me and my mouth says, "get up get up get up," while my mind says stay here stay here stay here.
Walls whisper as tears hit soaked pillows, a loud voice from deep inside screams as hearts are racing.
3am demonsIts 3 am and the demons in my head cant wait to put me to sleep,
That warm smellFresh coffee from the brewer to my rightCoffee made the cold air thickerRounded out the nick that came with each inhaleI turned the page in my book
I lay in the dark with eyes wide open; Watching glimpses of dreams - Of nonsensical pleasure-filled visions - Pass before my weary eyes, Taunting me with promises of a dream-filled peace;
My insomnia colors flowing through my veins I must release it
An insomniac? Me? No. Never. I don’t need to TRY to sleep. That’s usually the only thing that comes easy to me I always need to TRY to accomplish greater things I have to TRY to learn, to study
Sleep The bane to my existence My boulder up a hill Never achieving Perpetually fleeing Forever occulted.
Blankets of thick starry felt, beginning the ritual,
The goddess of sleep and dreams Has beguiled me of you! She has robbed me of you completely.
TO: All those who toss & turn late at nightFROM: InsomniaDATE: 12/30/2013SUBJECT: Late at night, what crosses your mind?
night is when all of my monsters emerge.
Ideas born out of 2amGrown to wrap around my eyesPull them downThey will not shutConstant spike of ideasIn my brain, it hurtsThe throb of thought against boneI am not destined for sleep
I hear the slightest sound in the middle of the night. Both my heart and my breath have ceased for the moment.I am completely motionless.There goes another noise.This time, it is more distinct.
Teacher, teacher I'm not sure if you know My mind may be open But my heart remains closed Teacher, teacher Please, just hear me out There are so many things
Sweet sleep come to me save me from my mind grace me with your sweet calmness. The horrors of the human race spin 'round, filling my head with dread. So much greed So much grief
I'm tired. I'm tired everyday. It's not because I'm doing work, It's not because I'm forcing myself to stay up. I just can't sleep. Insomnia
He's beautiful isn't he? From his brows to his perfect bow lips. I can't stop staring. His name says the very thing no one can live without. For he is something I can not live without. He is the air that fills my lungs.
I am in the ring,A death corner shaded in blueI am thirsty for a fightMy opponent stares and grins back at meIt has no face, no form, but its still there
as the body starts to give, the thoughts continue. this is one torturous way to live. but this is what life has come to. this insomnia only gets worse. it is a mental torture,
You watch the number on the digital clock gyrate a teasing dance that burns your eyes and you can feel every second that ticks by in the tightness of your skull and the dryness of your eyes.
Footsteps, alone, or am I only one can hear the thoughts inside me head insomnia, Fire, Fire, Fire should I run or should I stay Footseps, but they are not mine
At first, it was disconcerting; The feeling of being unable to rest. Now, I am comforted by it. My mind, it never sleeps-- Never quiets-- Never stops-- Never dies. I can feel it;
Sometimes I wish I hadn’t Been so desperate on that Monday afternoon Searching for relief just a little too soon Red round songs Calling from the back of the cabinet Loose tethered ties
Whene’er the lustrous moon and stars appear My tiny world is filled with truth and bliss. The nighttime and the dark I do not fear For here is where I ponder life amiss. Here all my sibling’s bickering subsides.
My mind wanders to the peeling paint To the bleeding stars in the night sky My eyes scan the bland nothingness My lips murmur to the silence There's soft music in the darkness An entire concert in my ear
I stay up all night Watching you sleep until the morning light comes Adding to the dark rims under my eyes And the yawns in the bright dawn. You look for answers in my behavior
She sat awake in the midst of the night,perched on the porch step.Her life was nothing but a blur,battling wariness and exhaustion.Cigarette smoke trickled from the bud between her fingers as she stared at the stars.
I have caught myself, talking to my mind again. It’s alright, nothing to worry about. I like it that way. Being in a place where you are me and I is you. We are all the same. We are all myself. Now the thoughts are creeping in.. Because lately you
I lay in bed, with exhaustion I feel my eyes burning. But my mind is racing, racing like a horse. My mind can not stop it wants to take control, control of my life.
I lie awake. The whirring fan- A broken heart Caused by my own hand. Awake. A train horn sighs. A numb brain. I hate the blackened sky. The man in the moon laughs
i take a trip to the beach at nightlet the sand pinch my toes and when the wind blows i get criticized for low eyes,
Sacrifice a pleasant morning For a fucked up night? I think no but it's nice to have your share of afternoon delights strictly Starland- I don't get the concept of
While longing for sleep that was once my refuge, I demand to know why it rejects me so. The darkness creeps slowly upon me, taking my mind for a ride. Racing through the “what ifs” and the “I should ofs” It
The darkness around can't get any darker and the sound of my thoughts can't get any louder
Late at nightVodka on my breathCan't sleep, can't escapeNeed to get awayShadows in my mindShowing under my eyesWill to live fadesWith the light of the dayStruggling to breathe
These are nights with weary eyes. Nights that allow my brain to construct more elaborate lies to feed myself. But these are nights that mix colors with my hands instead of behind my eyelids.
Go to bed at nine on the dot, just to lie awake for five hours. Awake. Tired, but awake. Going through the what-ifs. The mistakes. The bad memories. Everthing that delivers shame
These things you tell yourself at midnight When you're alone and those thoughts in your head just won't shut up. And all you want is some Goddamn silence
As night falls over me The stars shine bright The birds stop chirping And it’s past midnight The stars vanish And now it’s too dark What was that noise? In the distance – a bark
He doesn't know what the sunrise looks like, He hasn't seen it in a while, He rises in the afternoon, because his nights are filled with fear and gloom.
He doesn't know what the sunrise looks like, He hasn't seen it in a while, He rises in the afternoon, because his nights are filled with fear and gloom.
When the stars come out And the moon shines bright, A single girl Lies in bed at night. All alone in the world; All alone in her head She's awake to the night, While the others are dead.
The moon, so bright and glorious be, The light, for such a time as night, impossible! Is such a light possible Shining brightly above as I sleep? My sweet dreams, tender and deep
Fast the day shall haste to greet thee Haste to greet thy slumb’ring form From twilight’s soothing arms arrest thee Tossing dreams out to the cold
I lie awake. Awake. Wide awake. My head is throbbing. Pounding. Aching. My heart is hurting. Yearning. Desiring. The white ceiling stares back at me, mockingly. Pitying me, and my wide awake mind.
Up late again and my minds getting hazy, Should probably be worried but it really doesn't faze me. Kinda getting used to these late nights, staring at a wall Listening to the voices asking how long till I fall.
The moon, staring down from above. The stars, sprinkled across the sky. Her mental state, weary. Her physical state, exhausted. Sleep does not consume her. Eyes, staring into nothingness.
it’s 12:34 and i guess i’m just a sack of skin caffeine replacing my endorphins my happiness is busy she’s gone, running out my nose and streaming out of my eyes and
The loop and bend of twisted knots A self-accelerating lapse One must forth and throttle through This mess that he begot