✍️ Arts/Lit Night

[PHC rem]

I hate the nights
When sleep just evades me
And my racing mind
Does its best to persuade me
Of everything wrong
That I've been or could be
Locked in with my thoughts
That scream I'll not be free
While trapped in a body
Doing is best to defeat me
I hate the nights
When I'm less than I could be
And I'm all out of fight
But quitting's not in me
So I stare at the ceiling
Like there's answers I should see
Engraved in the paint
That's hanging above me
Instead of just dreaming
Like I wish I could be
I hate the nights
When everything hates me
And even my soul
Is running on empty.

 

[Professora Akira]

nice poem

 

[Somnolent]

The weight of the night is heavy on my chest. My heart is so still sometimes i can’t feel the beating. Bedtime really is the loneliest.