its almost four in the morning,
my eyes burn and my head
is pounding.
i cant sleep and i wish
you were with me right now
because you know how to help me
when restlessness and nightmares
keep me up.
its almost four in the morning
and i should be sleeping—i'll be up in two hours for school— but these nightmares are
gettting worse and im terrified to
close my eyes.
i cant sleep when i know i dont
have anyone to help me when i wake up
every hour or when im shaking because
my nightmares seem too real.
its almost four in the morning
and im writing shit instead of texting you
because waking you up as often as i wake up
would drive you crazy— you say it wont, but
trust me, your mind would drive
right out of town.
