I hate sleeping,
The nightmares' they taunt me
My demons they circle me,
3am in the morning
As I try to get some sleep,
They whisper in my ears telling me that something bad is going to happen,
I believe them
I stay up overanalyzing,
Overthinking what I did wrong through the day,
By the end of the night it's morning again
The cycle begins once more
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PoetryNOW YOU SEE "THE REAL ME" #1 IN THE SERIES OF POETRY BOOKS //SAD POETRY EDITION (under major editing) "My heart was taken by you, broken by you, and now it's in pieces because of you" My poems aren't the best. The first few poems may not seem worth...
