I can't sleep.
I toss and
turn.
I can feel its stare,
boring into the back of my head.
I can feel it circle
me.
I can feel its presence in
my bedroom doorway.
What is it and
why won't it leave?
YOU ARE READING
In The Mind of Depression
PoetryA "book" full of poems, from a depressed child. These poems are just sincere words and do not (and will not) always make sense, so I antecedently apologize.
Sleep
I can't sleep.
I toss and
turn.
I can feel its stare,
boring into the back of my head.
I can feel it circle
me.
I can feel its presence in
my bedroom doorway.
What is it and
why won't it leave?
