stitches of wound
where the dog bite me
the way you lured me
on this place
where i can't find clues
i had sleepless nights
managing the hurt you gave
the owl hoot
then i sobbed
tick, tick, tick
of clock
and you mocked
me, in middle of nowhere
where you locked me
i've never encountered
to these things
were so peculiar
i've never imagined
all of this
was just a joke
i had sleepless nights
because of the words you said
i had sleepless nights
thinking of you
YOU ARE READING
sleepless nights
PoetryEvery night, I think, I write and cry. All of my sleepless nights, I became more productive, self-harming, leaving scars on me. After all of that, I realized and told myself, "Do you think all of that was worth it?" While my tears crawling down my f...
