Jan 2020
Picked up and put down.
Thrown into the ground.
Suffering from pain and hate
My mind goes a blank white,
My blood is stubbornly irate.
The day holds less light,
And the night now controls,
Filling my heart with empty holes.
Thrown into the ground.
Suffering from pain and hate
My mind goes a blank white,
My blood is stubbornly irate.
The day holds less light,
And the night now controls,
Filling my heart with empty holes.
I haven’t been so sleep deprived in a while. I don’t think my insomnia is comin’ back, but who knows? Certainly not me!
