i'm tired
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It would be nice if I could wash away my thoughts in the shower.
Put shampoo on my brain and lather away the worry and pain.
That would be a grand end,
To a (not so) grand day.
Chalk dust
Flakes from my fingers to my eyes,
As I rub the to-dos into lashes
And stare at the checkboxes for yesterday
Awake at 3 in the morn,
When the spawn of tired and creativity is born.
I lay on doubled cushions
Gazing into silence.
Will I be dreary in the sunlight?
Of course, but funcionality does not lower flight.
It is not physical,
People ask about my new "Glow"
"How are you such a morning person?"
"It's my new skin care routine, y'know?"
I lay in bed, trapped in my head
I want the voices to stop,
Dragging my feet
I go to bed
After pounding the street
All day.
My schedule was filled
No rest in between
At my activities I drilled
All day.
In the mirror I look
My face, it sags
I'm tired.
I'm tired everyday.
It's not because I'm doing work,
It's not because I'm forcing myself to stay up.
I just can't sleep.
Insomnia
