Category: Suicidal Thoughts

  • I Am Losing and Winning

    I Am Losing and Winning

    I sat beside my bed, waiting to sleep, Night reaches footsteps And creeps on my skin. It sings a lullaby,  A voice I hear of my mom, To sleep. Tossing and turning, Spending tears to realize this  And learn that. I can sleep, But I do not want to, Let this night be the darkest…