I lay my head down and close my eyes to sleep.
But why can't I drift off?
My body is ready to shut down, but my mind has decided to turn on.
I think.
Why did I say that?
What do I have to do tomorrow?
I saw a funny video today.
They hate me don't they.
I should try that out.
Why am I like this?
Then I snap back into reality.
Come on brain, you have to be quiet.
I focus on my breathing.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inha- what was the name of that song again?
No, I need to sleep.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Ex- I don't want to go to school tomorrow.
Do I have to go?
Maybe I can find a way out of it?
No, I need my education.
But one day wouldn't hurt, right?
My mind argues with itself, back and forth.
I forget that I'm supposed to be asleep right now.
I give up.
I wonder if anyone has liked my post.
I turn on my phone.
Scroll.
Scroll.
Scroll.
Shit.
It's 4 am.
YOU ARE READING
when the words start to overflow
Poetrythis is a poetry kind of story and it's just a bunch of chapters each about a new thing. It's more of a peek inside my mind than a book, but nonetheless still just as powerful.
