I really ain’t been sleeping right,
shivering but I’m not cold

midnight, face first into the pillow
thoughts feeling ethereal
dreading the morning, eternal rest is what I’m feeling
ah ****, there he goes again
talking about his problems
everybody go through something, you ain’t special.

tryna find something in these words that I type up
i wanna be alone, but I also envy the friend groups
why do the morally wrong get all the praise?
tryna figure out all this **** in my brain
thoughts are chafing.

ima be alright though.