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I think I got possessed last Sunday I guess you could say it was a rough September night I was lying in my bed Sweating over a text gone unread My brain out to get me, practically leaping out my head Banging on my skull I felt it, Just like I did when I was eight And the wait, and the wait, and the wait Started to become something I couldn’t take I realized I’m still the same child One who’s thoughts Easily turn her wild Nothing has changed- my bed, Comforter, Sheets Have stayed the same And out of the crevices in my brain comes a feeling, long thought to be overcame I began to claw at my sheets Trying to tear them apart As if, when left with mere threads This feeling would depart When that didn’t work I kicked and hit the mattress Inconsolable, with no remedy Just a night that was seemingly endless I was up against the clock The fact that morning would not come Each second feeling like a lifetime Racing thoughts not able to be numbed A call, a reply, a single sign of life Might have calmed my restless state Yet remedy wouldn’t come that night For assurance, I would half to wait Maybe i wasn’t possessed last Sunday Maybe I just need one who can communicate One who doesn’t call me ridiculous Just like they did when I was eight
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6d ago
May 30, 2026 at 1:30 AM UTC
I think I got possessed last sunday
I think I got possessed last Sunday I guess you could say it was a rough September night I was lying in my bed Sweating over a text gone unread My brain out to get me, practically leaping out my head Banging on my skull I felt it, Just like I did when I was eight And the wait, and the wait, and the wait Started to become something I couldn’t take I realized I’m still the same child One who’s thoughts Easily turn her wild Nothing has changed- my bed, Comforter, Sheets Have stayed the same And out of the crevices in my brain comes a feeling, long thought to be overcame I began to claw at my sheets Trying to tear them apart As if, when left with mere threads This feeling would depart When that didn’t work I kicked and hit the mattress Inconsolable, with no remedy Just a night that was seemingly endless I was up against the clock The fact that morning would not come Each second feeling like a lifetime Racing thoughts not able to be numbed A call, a reply, a single sign of life Might have calmed my restless state Yet remedy wouldn’t come that night For assurance, I would half to wait Maybe i wasn’t possessed last Sunday Maybe I just need one who can communicate One who doesn’t call me ridiculous Just like they did when I was eight
an old poem from my notes app
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SunnyL
6d ago
May 30, 2026 at 1:30 AM UTC
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