Quiet

worried sick

it’s 3 a.m. and you can’t sleep

it feels like you’ve tried it all

from reading books to counting sheep

your mind races

your head aches

overthinking

it leaves no space

you begin to cry 

attempting to fill the void inside

inside your heart

it infects your brain

taking control of your life 

consuming you with pain

but shhh

don’t wake the house 

remain quiet

quiet as a mouse

no one wants to know the secrets you hide

so you let the world rest 

bury your head

eventually you’ll fall asleep

no energy left to obsess