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The voice in my headIt keeps yelling for reliefFrom the pain I feel inside of meA thoughtThat remedy can be sought from anywhereAnd not found anywhereNo matter the effort given
She does not sit on a throne But that doesn’t mean she isn’t deserving of one She does not wear a crown, but her head of hair is as beautiful as gold and as soft as silk
Drowsy, tired, and sleepless, Lost in my own mind, What did I do yesterday? Scared, fearful, unchanging, Lost in the halls,
Listen to me, you apathetic, groggy naysayer of the morn, Downcast with your expression baggy-eyed and forlorn; Get up and get going, nurse your lethargy no more!
I face the stream of water, feeling freshwater mix with salt; I can feel my life washing away under the pressure of life, piece by piece, yet I can't seem to care- even when it costs me too dearly,
These tears streaming down my face? They're for the hours I've spent pouring over books not soaking in information because my sleep depraved mind has lost its ability to absorb anything but the haunting melody of voices crying out give me rest.A
my consciousness sputters like a dying engine the pulsations of my brain slowing, shaking (muscles too slug-like to function) beat, rest, beat, rest
Stomach shriveled Legs weak Loss of appetite Loss of sleep Constantly freezing Constantly stressed Why oh why am I so depressed? Hunger is gnawing I'm feeling so faint
I want to escape life’s spinning around The noise is so loud I’m forgetting who I am I’m not who they want me to be
'H' or 'H' I just can't tell The click and clack Won't serve me well I hear it come It comes so near Across the track I sit in fear
I walked a few steps;
My eyes keep burning from what seems like one hundred hours of staring into a dry wind. That wind seems determined to send my retinas into a drought. It hurts to close them.
I’m tired, So tired. Someone please let me sleep. I’ve been wandering for so long, Traveling through this vast desert. There’s nothing in sight No oasis like they claim,
I am not okay And I don't have the energy All of it's exhausting It's not that I'm not trying, But that I can't seem to care. Notes and tests and quizzes and books It's all just way too much
My body is strapped in, held fast in place. The mountainous load smacks the desk with full force Dust disturbed from where it was resting. I reach for the topmost paper, trembling I slide it down
Feels like my mind is gone, my brain-is-fried,Thoughts keep coming, I guess it remains-alive,Driven to the point of insanity, which lane-do-I-drive?Trying to keep my head up, like a sniper, 'cause I aim-high,
The overwhelming feeling of exhaustion drives her to the river- where she will sit on a cold grey stone until - over time - she finds peace.