Insomniac

True story that I need to rant about. Yip yip. Reviews are very appreciated.

I hope you realize the nights I spend,

days on end,

stumbling through halls

and into walls,

barely making it through the day-

I was up all night (once again)

waiting for the night to end,

memorizing my blank bedroom ceiling,

finding that life has no meaning.

I wake up (but not really), only to find

dark circles under my eyes, left behind-

I'll keep them as a trophy, for

another night passed, but there will still be more.

When you brag about staying up 'till one,

remember that the hours of sleep I've gotten remains: none.

Excuse me while I sleep at my desk,

my home environment leaves me without rest-

I can't sleep at the sounds of yelling and fighting,

and though the schoolbus reains distracting,

it's easier to sleep now than then,

so please leave me be, locked in my den.

Call it insomnia, call it what you will-

I call it anything to avoid the dreaded sleeping pill.