Poem -

Hurricane Insomina

Hurricane Insomina

these secrets inside me 
my mind is like a deadly disease 
they echoed and groaned 
laid in bed till the morning 
tired of all the memories flashing 
these hours are just passing 
crying on the inside 
there's a different person inside of me 
my mind's all locked up 
sick of all this noise 
should I be scared of me 
a place way down inside my mind
there's no place for anyone inside me
even for myself I get bruised
all the feelings of being used 
this place way down inside me 
where its all covered with bricks
this mind of mine likes to play tricks 
now that you're inside of me 
there's a storm starting up 
my minds like a hurricane 
I can't even stand 
just being inside my own mind 
I can't even knock down my own castle 
I don't want to see it fall
but these walls need to be broken 
I'll never be free 
even if i break from these shackles 
am I just going crazy 
well i just fade away
is it to late 
is there even a way 
don't know what I'm feeling 
all I'm seeing is my ceiling 
losing track of all my days
this feeling will never fade 
cause this is how I was made 
don't tell me it's too late 
too late for me to be awake 
cause you will never know 
what it feels like to live with a endless wake 
you can never shake the feeling 
Feeling of a hurricane insomnia 

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