My freshman year of high school
I didn’t think
I would turn into a zombie-like insomniac
But I did.
The first time I pulled an all-nighter
I think I was proud
I don’t remember
I was too delirious.
On the high school brochure
The bright colors and big letters
Spelling out empty promises
Don’t tell you
That to succeed in life
Means to give up being human
I never noticed the clock until I turned 15
But suddenly it was as if time never stilled.
Ten minutes felt like ten seconds
And I still can’t breathe properly