Insomnia

Coping up those dreadful nights
Crying out in silence,
While you lay on bed,your meek soul fights.
Lying on thorns of deception,despair,loneliness n loss,
Bleeding hearts, doomed in melancholy,
Spending those ghostly darkness,
while on your bed,you toss.
You only know how writhing the wound is,
But for world you live in fake glory,
Putting the facade of smile, the next day,
But your eyes convey the sadness of your story.
By..the way