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Drifts my way.
This endless fight,
Is an endless game.
I’m trying to be better,
And get well again,
If only I knew how,
I could sleep well, and re-charge my brains.
I can never concentrate,
When I sit in class at school.
Any noise is always loud,
And it comes in whelming calls.

Every last bit is horrid,
Yet it’s some thing I have to take.
It’s some thing that stains me,
And it burns to have to tolerate.
Because there’s a energy missing,
From where I haven’t cut.
This urge to break me skin,
Is tearing me apart.
Any sound is loud.
Why can’t you just shut up?
I jest need to sleep,
But there’s no such luck…

I’m sitting alone again,
No one likes me.
It’s some thing I’m used to.
So it doesn’t bring me pain.
It’s the fact that I’m tired,
Because I can no longer sleep at night.
The fact of me feeling faint,
But knowing I can’t stand up straight.
Or just knowing that I’m not alright!
… And no one even notices me.
That’s the part that makes me want to bleed.
NO ONE EVEN NOTICES ME!
My pain, stress, and the fact I bleed.
I can sit in lesson, my wrists bleeding,
And not even the nosy kids see!
It’s crazy!

I could hardly sleep last night.
I feel so dead today.
And there’s just been pain coming my way.
I keep putting my head to my desk,
Just 40 winks would be fine.
It wouldn’t hurt,
It’s just a little time.
But Sir. Keeps on catching me.
Waking me,
Calling me LAZY BONES,
I just want to be ALONE!
Well at least this way I won’t dream…
I can’t handle more bad dreams…
At least this way,
There’s no more dead people that scream.
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Sleepless nights.

Contributed by deathdrop on Monday, 30th August 2004 @ 11:02:34 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

Another sleepless night,
Drifts my way.
This endless fight,
Is an endless game.
I’m trying to be better,
And get well again,
If only I knew how,
I could sleep well, and re-charge my brains.
I can never concentrate,
When I sit in class at school.
Any noise is always loud,
And it comes in whelming calls.

Every last bit is horrid,
Yet it’s some thing I have to take.
It’s some thing that stains me,
And it burns to have to tolerate.
Because there’s a energy missing,
From where I haven’t cut.
This urge to break me skin,
Is tearing me apart.
Any sound is loud.
Why can’t you just shut up?
I jest need to sleep,
But there’s no such luck…

I’m sitting alone again,
No one likes me.
It’s some thing I’m used to.
So it doesn’t bring me pain.
It’s the fact that I’m tired,
Because I can no longer sleep at night.
The fact of me feeling faint,
But knowing I can’t stand up straight.
Or just knowing that I’m not alright!
… And no one even notices me.
That’s the part that makes me want to bleed.
NO ONE EVEN NOTICES ME!
My pain, stress, and the fact I bleed.
I can sit in lesson, my wrists bleeding,
And not even the nosy kids see!
It’s crazy!

I could hardly sleep last night.
I feel so dead today.
And there’s just been pain coming my way.
I keep putting my head to my desk,
Just 40 winks would be fine.
It wouldn’t hurt,
It’s just a little time.
But Sir. Keeps on catching me.
Waking me,
Calling me LAZY BONES,
I just want to be ALONE!
Well at least this way I won’t dream…
I can’t handle more bad dreams…
At least this way,
There’s no more dead people that scream.

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Re: Sleepless nights. (User Rating: 1 )
by a_bear on Monday, 30th August 2004 @ 12:02:41 PM AEST
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It's hard to be tired..and to hate noise...I know that feeling. I also know about bleeding and being ignored.
My counsellor at school 30 years ago saw blood oozing through my fingers as I held my wrist, and told me it was lunch time..I should come back after lunch was over. Your poems are very powerful..and a little scarey. Readers might not know what to say...they might be afraid to push you over the edge...I'm not because I've been there..you need to talk...feel free.

Re: Sleepless nights. (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenn2004 on Monday, 30th August 2004 @ 03:10:54 PM AEST
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Good poem, i know how u feel. I wrote a song called "sleepless nights" but mine was about a guy.

Re: Sleepless nights. (User Rating: 1 )
by deadreckoning1983 on Tuesday, 31st August 2004 @ 02:03:28 PM AEST
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this was a crazy poem. very well written and expressed here. i know just how you feel.

Re: Sleepless nights. (User Rating: 1 )
by Overstated on Sunday, 12th September 2004 @ 08:55:23 AM AEST
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i know what your saying here an excellent poem! i think this ones your best that i've read so far

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