I can’t sleep.

I lay awake at night staring at the empty ceiling,

As if I’m waiting for it to talk.

My eyes and brain are at a war,

I’m so tired but my mind won’t shut off,

I just want to fall asleep,

Except I don’t.

Going to bed means waking up and

Waking up means I have to face another day.
I don’t even want to think about having to face tomorrow,

And the fact that after tomorrow,

There are so many more tomorrows after that.

Naps have turned into my best friend,

I don’t have to worry about waking up in a new day,

After a nap, I wake up in the same day,

A day I’m familiar with.

An uncomfortable comfortability.