SleepingA Poem by hildaarletteEvery night I sleep with the man that decided to take my innocents. Every morning I turn to kiss the man who abandoned me. It is a constant cycle that becomes exhausting. Falling asleep by reliving moments and waking up to being unwanted. Throughout the day being brain dead and throughout the night imagination that is overactive. Putting a weighted blanket of Lexapro hoping it drains out the trauma. Only for it to keep me laying awake at night imaging the problems. © 2021 hildaarletteFeatured Review
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Added on April 30, 2021Last Updated on April 30, 2021 Tags: #depression, #trauma, #mentalhealth Author
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