Restless
I can't function.
Can't think.
Can barely breathe.
I'm so tired, but sleep is gone.
It comes, and I am haunted by phantoms and specters.
Useless
Unimportant
Guilty
Blameful
Sinful
Small
Restless.
Copyright © Olivia Estep | Year Posted 2020
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