To solve sleeping problems
They suggest
To keep a routine
And avoid stress
Try to destress
Keep a journal
Write about your day
But it doesn’t help
It never stops
So you shove it away
In a box
Lock it out
For another day
And focus on keeping yourself safe
When you find the courage
To say what you could not
Wait for the time
When there’s space
Only to find
The world forgot
So
So do I
I’ll turn my back
I’ll remember some day
During an anxiety attack
Or was it a flashback?
Or something imposed?
Or something else?
Most of my story
Already seems composed?
How do I know
What’s my own?
I’d love to know
I’m a living hell
To everyone around
Including myself.