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."
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