it's hard to sleep. especially when the moon shines too bright through your window your ribs still hurt from that fall you took last wednesday the guy you like still doesn't care and that friend of his who wanted you so badly got what he wanted your knees are blue from falling to hug the toilet ruining your tooth enamel once again because you ate too much your sister texted you, she's not happy and she's too far away for you to visit you haven't done your homework you're so small and the house is so big so quiet, so full of secrets you can't face everyone at school and the thought of going scares you you don't know how to quit your job man, your boss is gonna **** you you're ugly and have gained weight and some guy started a rumor that you're a sleep-around though you've never really been with anyone but oh, people believe him
it's hard to sleep so i don't
instead i'm sat in my windowsill looking at the traffic lights as they change colours. it has been green for so long though, i don't know if it'll even change.