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its 10pm, do you know where your children are?

By , Baldwinsville, NY
Too many thoughts for my head,
Too many problems, to go to bed,
Too many worries for one person,
Too much over thinking being done.
STOP!
I scream
Just stop! Please.
I just want some quiet time.
I just want to be okay.
I just want to stop thinking about things for once.
I just want my head to hit the pillow and for me to sleep,
Instead of my insomnia taking control of me.
I just want peace.
I look fine on the outside,
But a war wages inside of me,
Be quiet!
I yell to the shadows that dance across the wall.
Hallucinations kick in after sleepless nights.
Keep it down!
I shout to the endless voices.
Water sweats down the side of the glass,
I pop the pill in my mouth,
I wait for it to explode through my veins.
The voices become slurred memories.
The shadows settle down.
My thoughts still running rampant.
My eyes begin to blur images.
Laying soundlessly on my bed .
My thoughts transfer into dreams,
And it all begins again.





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