I want all things to be clear I want them to be black or white but to my dismay all things are grey I need a light to guide me, to show me the way So nothing can pull me astray Sometimes I don’t know where I am Stuck in this thick grey jam Then the light appears And all the grey clears The same thing happens again and again I’m led astray Then shown the way It’s like my life is on replay ~17/3/21
laying my back and staring up at my white ceiling observing the patterns time draws by and my mind is going a mile a minute replaying moments that were real evocative and creating moments that never existed
Words hurt But yours shouldn’t have to. The things you say stick to me like a Tattoo. I’m a vacuum. I **** up all the things you say and it just replays. You say things you think you have to say in ways that are better left unsaid. Too bad you can’t UnSay the things you said even though I know you never would.
How come it is always the ones we hold closest that is gifted with the blueprint of our defeat? a way to have us beaten, broken hearted and down on both knees.
How is this honest? How are we fair? To be clear, as you sleep without fear I sit here and think. If you had a snore for every tear I’ve shed, you might never wake up.
Nightmares plague my sleep And my reality And all the **** time
I have sleep anxiety/ nightmare disorder, sometimes insomnia. So whenever I do get sleep, it’s never restful. I often wake in the middle of the night, scared and shivering, but I don’t remember why. I’m just scared. Then, throughout the day, disturbing images flash randomly through my head. I guess they’re from nightmares...
His goodbyes were like the sunset A warm embrace leaving the day How calming was his presence As the sound of his steps fade away He reminds me of the sunset How I wish he would have stayed A sight of a beautiful ending Transitions to memories to my dismay I hold these memories close to me So I can put them on display As I wait for him to come again A beautiful ending on replay