There’s always something so beautiful about the night,
you don’t usually notice that because you’re sleeping or you should be,
that’s what I keep telling myself,
everything still, natural as the day it was created
I twist, I turn, take another glimpse at the clock on the wall,
I sit there watching the hours go by, darkness turn to light
I hear the birds calling and with that comes the harsh reality,
This isn’t normal.
Everyone tells me to ‘chill out’, if only it was as easy as that,
I know it’s only sleeping but, it forms a big part of the bodies functions,
I’m not living anymore, I’m just existing
I sit in school, barely learning, I myself am barely functioning.
When will this end, when will I be myself again,
Everything I loved, everything I hated, it circulates in my mind
I want to get better but, I just don’t know how,
If there is a god up there, take me from this.
This poem is a short representation of how some people who suffer from insomnia feel, It’s always important that if you are having trouble sleeping, you let someone know whether that be a parent, a friend or a doctor.
