The clock glows 3:17
while the walls breathe louder than me.
Every shadow in my room
knows my name by memory.
I tried to sleep—
but my thoughts kept scratching at the ceiling
like dying angels trapped in black wire skies.
There’s something standing behind me again.
I don’t turn around anymore.
Fear gets less terrifying
when it starts feeling familiar.
My reflection looks exhausted.
Eyes hollowed out by midnight conversations
nobody else could hear.
I wear dark circles like they’re jewelry now.
And maybe that’s the problem—
I made pain aesthetic.
Turned heartbreak into poetry,
turned loneliness into background music,
turned insomnia into personality.
Now the night crawls under my skin
like ink through cracked veins.
Every memory whispers:
“You were never meant to heal.”
But somehow I still sit beside the window
watching the city lights flicker like false hope,
wondering if somebody out there
is awake for the same reasons I am.
Maybe we’re all haunted differently.
Maybe some monsters
learn how to wear our faces.
And if sleep is peace,
then I’ve been at war for years.
— xx10m 🖤🌑
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 3:22 PM UTC
The clock glows 3:17
while the walls breathe louder than me.
Every shadow in my room
knows my name by memory.
I tried to sleep—
but my thoughts kept scratching at the ceiling
like dying angels trapped in black wire skies.
There’s something standing behind me again.
I don’t turn around anymore.
Fear gets less terrifying
when it starts feeling familiar.
My reflection looks exhausted.
Eyes hollowed out by midnight conversations
nobody else could hear.
I wear dark circles like they’re jewelry now.
And maybe that’s the problem—
I made pain aesthetic.
Turned heartbreak into poetry,
turned loneliness into background music,
turned insomnia into personality.
Now the night crawls under my skin
like ink through cracked veins.
Every memory whispers:
“You were never meant to heal.”
But somehow I still sit beside the window
watching the city lights flicker like false hope,
wondering if somebody out there
is awake for the same reasons I am.
Maybe we’re all haunted differently.
Maybe some monsters
learn how to wear our faces.
And if sleep is peace,
then I’ve been at war for years.
— xx10m 🖤🌑
“The scariest thing about insomnia isn’t staying awake…
it’s realizing your mind never wanted to sleep.”
— xx10m
