Sleep.

Stripped down,bare. A horrid image on replay ,flashing over and over not leaving me alone. A string of words, leaving whispering voices stuck in my mind. What have you done? You've made a wreck of me I can't stop feeling my bones and the blood rushing in my veins. You did this to me. You've left me in this hypersensitive state; I can't do this. I feel sick to my bones; they feel like they’re breaking beneath my skin. My bones leave shattered stems, my rib cage piercing my heart. I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for the things you did. I dont want to feel like a tornado anymore. I’m tired of picking everything up and it tossing around like I don’t feel it. Only to be let down. Im tired of the winds controlling me ,stuck in this never ending tunnel of lefts and rights. Where am I even going? I just want this to all---stop. I’m tired of feeling. I want to be numb, skin of ice, veins of icicles and my heart, a glacier. I’m tired. Let my skin turn blue, I’m tired of feeling the freezing cold you've left  behind. Finish me off. Don’t leave me feeling the need to drown and only allowing the water up to my feet. Let this wicked bedtime story end. Turn off the night light. Let me sleep----for god’s sake, let me sleep

Reviews

[POETIC SOUL 2013]

i love this, its really deep and has a good flow. I have a suggestion for you to bring it out more, if your interested Give me a reply on here and I will message you :) All in all excellent write :)

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

Sleep ... the great escape. I use it frequently. I like the lines from "Shakespeare In Love" ...

Philip Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster.

Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do?

Philip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well.

Hugh Fennyman: How?

Philip Henslowe: I don't know. It's a mystery.


100 sleepy mysteries

[Tai Ryens]

Numbness is often as dreaded as emotionally instability, and I believe you portrayed emotionally instability quite well. I know the feeling a bit too well, and I believe you do too. Love does that to us, drives us madly illogical accompanied by the need to go the distance and to sacrifice yourself just for a smile, and somehow, it is all worth it. But love can also shatter us into tiny pieces that make us detest the very concept of love, and that's just as intense as the latter. I've felt too much of either and I now maintain an indifferent perspective about love. I quite enjoyed this, Kristin. Well done.