the sleep im without

the sleep im without leaves me with no place to turn but my own graphic thoughts

drifting off in the sea

hopeing the figments of my imagination waves will put me to sleep

but it doesnt, it just makes me sick

sick of myself

wanting  to throw up tears

im trapped between reality and my dreams

i have no self esteem, left

this deepression of reality

and dreams ever so explicit

so many signs but people just missed it

no other place but my thoughts

i wish i could explain

dreams twisting my memories

thoughts that demand to be in the front of my mind

forced to be droped to knees

and im not strong enough to take back whats mine

i feel like im trapped in the inbetween because of this sleep im with out.....  

The End

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