Sleepless

Slowly swinging one side,
No this side now, On my bed,
Twirling, twisting like the inside of my head,
No air, Pressure, smokey lungs,
Nothing good for me for breakfast,
Just chocolate chipped buns,

Looking outside the wind is wild,
the clouds look rainy, grey and mild,

Your pit bull of an ego mauled my heart,
and now I am left with ever lasting scars,

I try to make my wishes with prayers and stars,
and ritualistic voices giving me numbers from four to one,
In these empty skies there is no sun,
Just little girls like me searching for one,

And as they blow around,
These city leaves,
I realize I still haven't had any ******* sleep.

By Larna Kira Kourtis
Aged: 14
Peace<3~