Insomnia hits again.
I’m sick of the bad dreams hunting my distorted brain.
My eyes want to sleep so bad.
But my heart feels deeply sad.
Because sleep for me is like a trip to hell.
Because sleep only has horror stories to tell.
Panic Attack
Many sensations coming through.
My legs shaking steady.
Thank God for gravity.
My heart racing immensely past his place.
Like a train derailing disastrous.
My breathing stops.
Swallowing I must have forgotten how to.
A terrorized child I am.
Closing up completely for all input.
Each vital sense no longer working.
My body in freeze and my mind running.
I think I’m dying today.
Again.
M.P.Yasmine
Survival Mode
My body in agony.
My mind in ruins.
My senses spiraling out of control.
Frantically about everything.
I need a good sleep.
Deep sleep.
Reset.
Mental Health
”Sometimes I recharge myself by unplugging the doorbell and sleep all day on a mattress between 2 couches.”
M.P.Yasmine
Tell
Poetry written with my tears.
Words carefully chosen with my childhood fears.
It’s time for this write.
About unhealthy family dynamics and bring them to light.
Breaking the taboo.
Because evil moms exist too.
Now I’ts time.
To tell in words and rhyme.