my heart is stopped
my brain keeps moving
my eyes are tired
my brain stays awake
my feet can't move anymore
my brain goes further
enough.
just ******* enough.

why must you make it your duty to make me miserable?
why?
you think you know everything
and you might have better grades than me,
but flaunting it shows how ignorant you truly are
soooo...
*******.

i'm tired.
is it too much to ask for sleep?
my brain.
it doesn't stop.
stop talking
it doesn't stop.
just shut up
it doesn't ******* stop

do you ever just get tired?
tired of pretending?
tired of acting like everything's fine?
but also tired of people asking if you're okay?
i don't want to worry you
please don't worry about me
i
*******
love
you

Why doesn't he love me?
He looks at this girl
And what does he see?
His sister, a ghost, everything he doesn't want me to be.

He once loved me.
Looked up to me even.
And what did he see?
His role model, flawless, everything he wanted me to be.

tossing and turning
tucking myself in,
over,
and over,
and over again.
i guess i can't cry myself to sleep,
if i can't sleep at all
i guess i can't be late
if i never go to sleep
i guess i can't even
say the words...
the three words...

insomnia

not
enduring
enough
daytime

help
end my
laughing
poetry

"behind my smile
is a hurting heart
behind my laugh
im falling apart
look closer and you will see
the girl i am... isn't me"