Awake
All I do is wake up, and wake up, and wake up.
And it hurts every time.
Except when I wake up slowly and gently, so I don’t realize right away,
When I assume I’m still dreaming…
Until I bump my arm against something and I feel like screaming.
But I can’t, because I’m awake and they will hear.
But they aren’t awake I think?
Because it’s night again.
Day, and night, day and night.
No matter when I’m awake, the time is never right.
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