Insomnia

November 18, 2017

Day 12:

It’s 4 a.m and I’m awake,

A rest is something I can’t seem to take,

I sit here, alone, and in the dark,

My thoughts are spinning, my mind is stark,

I don’t have anyone to talk to, nobody awake at this hour,

So I have no other choice than to let the memories devour,

I’ve tried to not think about them, tried to not live in the past,

But a vulnerable body seems to be an invitation, there was no need to ask,

I let my thoughts intertwine my mind, let them hurt me,

At least I am alone as I cry, at least there’s no one that can see,

I could try and distract myself, watch a happy movie, act like everything is okay,

But the bliss is only temporary because I know that I am hurting now, and alone until day,

I hate that I can’t shut off my mind and go to sleep,

And I hate the fact that insomnia has chosen it’s victim to be me.

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