Insomnia
Watching the small hand on the clock hit the 3 wondering when my brain will finally shut down
It's like my cerebrum just won't take a break
Don't know if I'm depressed or just going through a phase
But this insomnia is real and really a burden cause it sucks
Sleeping pills and overdosing on Nyquil has become my way of life as of late
Except, the reality of it is that I'm a night owl and insomnia is my best friend
Seeing through the night with these nocturnal visions got me feeling like I'm awake with surgical incisions
Still, I pray at night
Stress was heavy; it was schoolwork, it was homework, it was work work, it was anxiety, it was overthinking
Constantly staring at these four walls thinking my sanity away
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