An Insomniac's Night

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There is an itching, I can't sleep. 

There is a ticking, I can't sleep. 

3 AM, come so soon again? And so I write this with a pen, there is a feeling of dread. I can't sleep. It's all in my head, but I still can't sleep. A feeling, a smothering sensation upon my chest covers and hovers to ensure no rest. It's so late, myself I begin to hate. I can't sleep. Tired eyes, but when day breaks I must rise. Up again, half asleep, dreaming in my head, I wish I were dead. I want some sleep, I need some sleep, what I would do for just a little sleep. 

Awake, awake, at night I am awake, my body hurts and aches, is much too heavy to even try, so here I will lie. Tick, tick, ticking is the clock, how it feels time has stopped. Looking around my room cloaked in darkness, emotion jolts through me with a sudden sharpness. Sadness, anger, shock and hate, that's the result of one staying up too late. There is a car that goes by, I can't sleep. For hours I just lie, I can't sleep. Silence creeping over me, except for my breathing and that damn clock which I cannot see.

 I cannot sleep. 

A sudden shift in shadows alerts me of the moons arrival, it peers through my curtains as if it were somehow uncertain, to show itself, to show its face, for it knows this is a tiresome place. How I wish the moon would not be so shy, that we might be able to speak to make the long hours pass by. 3 Am, come so soon again? I can't sleep. I roll side to side. I can't sleep. Hot tears threaten to spill upon my cheek. I can't sleep. Dread fills me as I think of the next day, how I will have to fake the energy to play. To fake smiles as if it were all okay. To fake joy and pretend that I am not enraged. I. Cannot. Sleep. I don't know why, so I'll just lie here and cry.

There is an itching. I can't sleep. 

There is a ticking. I can't sleep.