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LaNae Storm Jan 2019
A perfect day is,
One where insomnia is my enemy and not friend.
Once where moderate to severe depression is non-existent.
One where the voice of a woman speaks louder than her body.
Once what's people listen twice as much as they speak.
One where the voices of children are listened to and not just heard.
Once where we are all living and not just existing.
One where we are all one, and all negative thoughts towards our own flesh and blood doesn't persist .
A day that doesn't yet exist.
LaNae Storm Jan 2019
My best friend- or rather, the person to whom i am their best friend,
Only decides to visit me at night.
You see her name's Insomnia.
I know. She's not real,
But tell that to my headaches from not sleeping well
Tell that my general tiredness throughout the day.
Tell that to the sheeps i count each night (that still doesnt put me to sleep)
She feels obligated to visit me after she found out that depression and I are roomates.

Note to self
Insomnia is not just in my head anymore. Its right outside my sleeping door.
LaNae Storm Jan 2019
I don't trust myself anymore.
How can I trust others?
How can I trust you?
I just rralized why i've been so scared lately

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