rings underneath my eyes.
the body's way of telling me,
"sleep."does it not comprehend
that i'm trying?3 hours, and i'm energetic.
happy even.6 hours, and i'm okay.
headache, tummy ache, but fine.10 hours, and i'm tired again.
half-asleep the entire day.what makes me so backwards?
why am i twisted?
what did i do to deserve this?my brain chimes in,
"it's just that..."
it pauses for a while, searching for words.
"everything is *so *scary**"body, stop telling *me* to sleep.
i'm trying my best.i was born with a brain that doesn't understand
how to live with fear.i was born with a brain that thinks *crying*
is a defense mechanism.i was born with a brain that panics in sleep,
flooding what should be a restful night
with all of these
toxic reveries.body, it's not my fault.
kaley, it's not your fault.