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insomniatrical Jan 2021
It matters not the words I say,
Or how I scream out for a hand,
Anyone's,

To help pull me out of the dark
Where I have so long resided.

It matters not how far I reach
Or how hard I long for a feeling
That doesn't threaten to destroy me,

The way of the world is such
That not a single soul emerges unscathed.
insomniatrical Jan 2021
Hello friends,
Or friends I once knew,
How are you?

I wish I could reach out,
But the words won't come-
I'm long past seeing the light of the sun

All the people close to me
I can count on one hand
I forgot everyone else via my own command.

For that I apologize,
Sometimes I miss you guys.
And sometimes I wonder where you are and what you're doing with your lives.

Surely you're doing better than me,
Who can't find the words to say
Or the ***** to even begin speaking,

Perhaps you miss me, perhaps not.
For this is up to you,
All I can say now is that
You're friends that I'm glad I once knew.
insomniatrical Nov 2020
Now I see the sky

And before I had convinced myself that there was no sky to see.

There were no stars, and no sun.

The entire world was below at my feet,

And I had never thought to look up.

I no longer stare at the ground,

Because now I see the sky
insomniatrical Sep 2020
I become fearful sometimes,
That I am my fear,
And my fear is me.
A terrifying thought,
That I should be my own end,
Or even that I will be.
insomniatrical Sep 2020
I almost forgot what good days were,
That it didn't have to be extra to be extra special.

But today we are lazy,
And we are at home,
And we haven't done anything at all.

You're making food,
I am watching a movie,
And today has been a good day.
insomniatrical Jul 2020
The warmth you lay out for me
In this new bed I know,
A blessing among the curses I once lived
And thought I was meant for,
I see clearly now
That the night will become day
And the weather will warm
To brighten my life with new flora
And new memories.
insomniatrical Jan 2020
'But sadness is a gift, you see.
For we are given our sadness so that we might appreciate our happiness.'
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