When Sarcasm Is The Truth

You're shaken up
From the stress at work today.
You're in pieces,
about being able to pay your rent tomorrow.
You can't sleep,
Because you're thinking of the responsibilities
waiting on you tomorrow and the next days of your life.

Meanwhile, death could be knocking at your door.

Any hour. Any minute.

Any second.

But it doesn't matter.
Because there are more important things to do.

Mindful Rester

Stooped on her doorstep,
Glaring at the lamp post that swings.
Sways.

The current of the wind
Turning the pages of a novel.
Each one touched and wrinkled.

Picnic's on mountain tops
In green emerald symphony...

You dream in your head disabled of sleep.
Restore and wake, or destruct and yawn.

Lucid and keeping track of time.
Too slowly in the darkness - it goes by.

Self-Murder

What is in my head is hurting, is aching.
You don't know what they do to me.
And you just hope for me to stay submerged.

In this ocean, of fear, darkness, and insomnia.

"Kill. Yourself. Death. Die. Dying."
They whisper.

And I have no way to escape.
I once assumed death is my way out.
Of this trap I am consumed by.

If I could find the way to break free
I will never be coming back here.

Insomnia

I'm scared to sleep. You know what I think of? Dying. I think of death. And i'm scared to fall asleep. The part I hate the most is the laying in the dark. I panic, because I think of how much I would rather see or have a light on. If I die in my sleep, I'm afraid I'll be in the dark for eternity. I hate the dark and I'm scared to sleep. Because I just want to live and be awake as much as I am alive. If that means being up waiting for the sun, whether it's sunrise, or sunset, I'm thinking of trying that. I'm so afraid to fall asleep and think I may not make it to another beautiful morning. Crazy isn't it?

The dark is the last thing I'd want to see before I die.