Insomnia

11pm I'm in my Nightgown Spiraling down And by 2am There are no more sounds Demons scream Still, I've yet to fall asleep 3am I am my only friend Except for the thoughts That are seeping in.. 4am You still can't hear a peep And that's when the haunting feeling Starts to creep.. 6am The sunrise Except there is no Light in my eyes. Wishing my bloodshot Eye sockets were clearer My reflection is swaying As I stand before my mirror 8am I pick up my pen Writing down How this happened Again Dear diary: "I see this written On every page But it seems like nothing Is ever going to change It all spirals down At 11pm.. Night time You were never my friend."