Sleep? We don’t know her

A foggy memory tickles my mind

I need to cry, but everything seems blind.


I’m 6 feet under.

The soil stained,

By my emotions,

Like greed.




My skin is covered.

By endless rows of goosebumps,

Making my insides shiver.


My eyes are shut.

My mind making imaginary shadows creeping through the walls

But I can’t open my eyes,

Or they’ll disappear.


My body is numb.

No feeling for anything,

As if I’m trapped in my own body.


My mind is alive.

Reacting, pondering, lying…


Things I don’t want to remember. 


But alas, my brain does this to me every night before bed.

I wonder if it’s the same for you…



14 years old