It ate at her brain
The insomnia incessant
As the minute hand ticked
And the second hand clicked
Try as she might her eyes
Could not shut tight
Thinking of answers to questions which
Made her head and heart hurt
Cancerous overthinking
Perhaps it just might've been
The one that caused
All those sleepless nights
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 2:32 AM UTC
It ate at her brain
The insomnia incessant
As the minute hand ticked
And the second hand clicked
Try as she might her eyes
Could not shut tight
Thinking of answers to questions which
Made her head and heart hurt
Cancerous overthinking
Perhaps it just might've been
The one that caused
All those sleepless nights
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