Sleepless

The sleepless nights,
Nights that the voices,
Voices of my insanity are trying to pull me under,
Under the sea of endless sorrows,
Sorrows that are turning,
Turning into my enemy.
Screaming, trying to get through the walls,
The walls of the labyrinth that I call my mind.

This poem is about: 
Me

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