Ink Unfiltered

I lay my head down, seeking elusive rest.

Days without sleep, my mind a tempest I become my own bully, relentless and cruel, A playground where scars bloom, a twisted duel.

“Fatty, you’re getting old,” Your all bones taunts persist, No one loves you, they insist, a venomous twist. Yet as my head touches the pillow’s embrace, A sigh of relief—though not mine—fills the space.

From underneath, silent laughter unfolds. My mind is a labyrinth of shadows and pearls. Are these tricks, or demons clawing at my core? Nails on a chalkboard, my restless soul’s uproar. In my own darkness, I seek solace, in vain, Even rest eludes me—a relentless refrain.