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The weight of the world crushes down on her again the darkness covers her eyes and clouds her vision she struggles to fight the urge to take the blade back to her skin she struggles to keep her grip on her reality and emotions long sleepless nights while the war rages in her head the screaming and gunshots are more than she can bear as she lays on the floor gasping for fresh air the fatigue is setting in as her insomnia steals the night again dreams are the only acceptable release but she's being deprived of that sweet relief. 

Reviews

[Misery]

Raw and honest, the best kind of poetry.
There truly is a sweet relief in dreams, dreams that set us free for a little while. It is a horrible thing when we are deprived of our dreams and are forced to constantly deal with the harshness of life. A wonderful creation, dear poet.