A night with my thoughts.
It's all I'm left with.
Nobody to talk to,
Nobody to understand like I do.

The frustration.
The urges.
Getting stronger each thought that appears.
It's a battle to drift into sleep.
A battle to resist the urge.

It's like an itch that won't stop until you scratch it.
An urge so strong it has to be filled.
Now?
Tomorrow?
Who knows when?

But the challenges it can cause,
To sleep,
To get up,
To eat,
To talk.

So much effort.
Too much in fact.
It makes life such a challenge.
Just opening my eyes can be hard.

Feeling like a slave stuck in my body.
The things that run through my mind.
Nothing can be worse than how bad the urge gets.

Name calling Too.
It's what my mind will do.
Plays games with me.
Calls me horrific names.
Makes me feel bad,
Horrible and worthless.

This is what my mind does right through the night,
A night with my thoughts.
~EmoVampireTeen.❤

(Well, I'm really starting to open up, especially in these poems. Hah. Anyhow, have a good day/night. Cause who knows if I will.
~EmoVampireTeen out!)