Here I lay staring up at the ever-glowing moon
Tears staining my red cheeks
Not a second of silence in an overcrowded mind
Thought after thought
Reminding me of all my failures and what-ifs.
Is heaven real?
Silence is all I beg for, just one moment
Please shut up
I just want to sleep
I want to think my own thoughts
I’m aware of all my past wrongs and future possible fuck ups.
Chitter chater all night long
Am I in the wrong?
To scream and cry for help is to be weak.
But to suffer is also weak
Ugh, shut my mind up.
About the Creator
Kristina Brule
I have loved writing since I can remember. I used to write songs and poems all the time growing up. I have six books published. Every little thing I write has pecies inside of me that show who I am.
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