Raw and Unhinged
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mipoet Insomniac
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I cannot sleep. I wish I could weep.

Raw and Unhinged

I cannot sleep.

I wish I could weep.

My insides are tearing apart.

I'm raw and unhinged,

ill with withdrawal,

waiting to get in to treatment.

My meds were causing side effects,

I've had to quit them all.

But for my wife and kids,

I'd be inclined to die.

I crave to cut,

to bleed the dark thoughts away.

Alone at night.

How will I make it to day?

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