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When I was eight I couldn't sleep
Because Bloody Mary lived in my mirror.
The pallid ghost with bloodshot eyes and stringy hair
Who claws your eyes out if you say her name.
Bloody Mary still lives in my mirror
But she goes by a different name:
Insomnia.
11 p.m.
I am fully alert and wired
Two halves of my brain are engaged in a battle of epic proportions
One half tells me I should sleep
I have school tomorrow.
The other half counters that I have poems to write and pictures to draw
And if I don't release them from my mind,
They will be forever caged.
I don't even know which half of my brain I am rooting for.
Midnight
Pitch black room
I lie, motionless, under mountains of blankets
But my energy cannot be contained.
The clock ticks
My brain jumps.
1 a.m.
This is when I stand in front of the mirror and pick at my hair
Wishing my bone-straight locks were curly
And knowing full well that if my hair was curly
I'd wish it were straight.
I give up on my reflection, because
Nobody looks their best at 1 a.m.
1:30 a.m.
I decide to check my e-mail.
Instead I wake up fifteen minutes later
With my face embedded in the keyboard.
2 a.m.
I finally swallow my little white pill
Digesting sleep in a capsule.
Tomorrow morning my hair will be stringy and my eyes will be red
And I'll gouge out the eyes of anyone who says my name.
Thus, I become Bloody Mary all over again.
Because Bloody Mary lived in my mirror.
The pallid ghost with bloodshot eyes and stringy hair
Who claws your eyes out if you say her name.
Bloody Mary still lives in my mirror
But she goes by a different name:
Insomnia.
11 p.m.
I am fully alert and wired
Two halves of my brain are engaged in a battle of epic proportions
One half tells me I should sleep
I have school tomorrow.
The other half counters that I have poems to write and pictures to draw
And if I don't release them from my mind,
They will be forever caged.
I don't even know which half of my brain I am rooting for.
Midnight
Pitch black room
I lie, motionless, under mountains of blankets
But my energy cannot be contained.
The clock ticks
My brain jumps.
1 a.m.
This is when I stand in front of the mirror and pick at my hair
Wishing my bone-straight locks were curly
And knowing full well that if my hair was curly
I'd wish it were straight.
I give up on my reflection, because
Nobody looks their best at 1 a.m.
1:30 a.m.
I decide to check my e-mail.
Instead I wake up fifteen minutes later
With my face embedded in the keyboard.
2 a.m.
I finally swallow my little white pill
Digesting sleep in a capsule.
Tomorrow morning my hair will be stringy and my eyes will be red
And I'll gouge out the eyes of anyone who says my name.
Thus, I become Bloody Mary all over again.
Literature
Please die.
Please die, Please die Darling,
Just drop dead.
Please die Josh,
For fucking with my head.
Choke on your words,
And the blood of the deepest reds,
Please die josh,
For ripping me into shreds.
You broke me down so badly,
When I just gave you my heart.
On my knees begging for mercy,
you tore me apart.
So please...just die,
Die for what you said,
Die, die, die,
Die for what you did.
You hurt me so badly,
I can't get you out of my head,
You fucking broke me,
Now you deserve to be dead!!
Literature
BPD
She stands alone in her darkness
And hard as I try
I cannot seem to reach her
There is wall of glass between us
That I feel
Has always been there
So I watch her
Liked a sad, silent movie
Adding lines from the depths of my own memory
Dying a little more each time
I try to reach her
I can see her pain
But I cannot hold it in my hands
And she forever remains
As tangilble
As a long forgotten dream
Sweet... and distant..
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I have had insomnia for as long as I can remember. It sucks, but at least I got some decent poetry out of it.
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I feel this pain.... Whether to sleep in order to be functional for school, or whether to draw and let my imagination do its thing... Also the straight hair is a pain ://
This poem is really amazing
This poem is really amazing