Why do I always lie awake after midnight?
3 a.m, staring at my dim lit phone thinking of what to write.
My restless legs and my nightly thoughts make me uneasy,
My brain conjures up monsters in the dark that make me queasy.
Depression always seems to hit the hardest at night,
When there's plenty of empty time in my cell phone light.
Social media would help to ignore the thoughts,
But everyone else seems to be going though the same emotional shots.
Every post is a bullet to my brain,
Every sad song is a knife twisting in the pain.
I could force myself to sleep but my brain refuses,
My responsibilities await me but to lie awake it chooses.
It's rather lonely at 3 am,
But when the day passes I'll be alone again.
It's quiet, maybe kinda peaceful,
But the dark is like the thoughts I carry, evil.
As more hours pass and the sun shines through the drapes,
My eyes get heavy and I start to see shapes.
Now that the dim light is casted on my face,
Maybe sleep, I can embrace.
