The pen feels heavy in my hands a boulder I struggle to lift “Just 5 more questions” I say As the clock glares at me With its face of 1 am
It changes its expression To 2 am 3 am 4 am Until I finish and my bones are solid gold that weight me down Every fiber of my body screams in agony “Help us please, why must you torture us so?!”
It’s the vicious cycle experienced every night For as long as I can remember Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Well how about the procrastination Or the lack of sleep?
I have stopped cutting my flesh open long ago I have stopped putting sharp, merciless steel To brown soft skin I have stopped scratching at my arms With the fury of Cerberus Trying to drag me back to that dark place I call My own personal Hell
But I must enjoy the throbbing of my bruised heart Because I continue to self-harm myself
Only it doesn’t show itself by angry scars At the wrists It doesn’t show it’s ashamed face Through large open wounds That look like zombie bites No, it manifests in a different way
It manifests through the dark ringlets under my eyes And the numerous yawns that escape my mouth I heard that a good night’s sleep Makes everything better So why Do I continue to ignore this And break myself down into chunks of insomnia With pages of quadratic formulas And stoichiometry?
I told my mom “I have trouble falling asleep Even when the night is a quiet auditorium And I’m a lone musician without an instrument Inside of it.” She told me “So count sheep.”
But my mind can’t count sheep It only counts reasons to stay awake So I tip toe to the window That leads to my roof And look up at the scarce stars That resemble the tears on my cheeks I plead with them, Begging them to use their starlight magic To make this treacherous night end But they only twinkle back In a mocking tone
So as I sit writing this poem In my mind I write another one About a girl Who isn’t a broken butterfly With delicate wings ripped in half But an eagle soaring through life with confidence And a restful night
I think that girl is trying to tell me something vital About how the stars took her in And made her whole But my eyelids are collapsing on themselves As the world slowly drifts to black