“I have to stay awake until four in the morning,” she says, while falling asleep.
-an excerpt from my life
Tag: insomnia
Sometimes I hate the mind in me, it’s wildness it’s flourish and sweep. For, eyes closed and curled without leashing, it tortures to make me weep.
Sometimes all that happens, is I wake from terrified sleep.
It’s 2:50 am and I can’t sleep.
What the actual hell, brain? What is your problem?
Ink Child Writing 