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i want to sleep, but i can't
i want to talk, but i can't

and as i have anxiety, i suffer quietly and write in my diary as tears fall down my face

i'm not tired
i'm still awake

my mind is racing, just give me a brake
my head aches
i'm going insane
its a sunday at 3am, come join me

i really want to sleep, but i can't
why, i don't know why

i see the monster on the side of my bed, and as it enters my head it says, "do you want to be dead instead?"

why now
something i wrote at 3am
Written by
Mal  13/Trans/Philadelphia, PA
(13/Trans/Philadelphia, PA)   
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