It’s 3 a.m.
Insomnia has knocked on my door
I let it in willingly
Because it’ll come in
Either way
So what’s the point
Of fighting it?
It’s 3 a.m.
And my insomnia
Is pulling the sleep away
From my tired eyes
As if I don’t deserve to rest
When there is insomnia
There are demons.
For that’s the time
When they are awake
My demons have different faces
With different shapes.
They don’t fail
To make me feel down
Or remind me of my worst moments.
They sing different songs,
Songs that fill my soul
With negativity
It’s 3 a.m.
And minutes
Feel like hours
And I’m waiting
For the sun to rise,
For the light to push back
My demons into their holes.
But there’s no sunlight
In the presence of insomnia.
Eventually
I give up
Because life has already drained me
So what’s the point
Of fighting my demons
Who are with me
When there is no one else around
Regardless of how
Negative they can be
But at least I have company.
It’s past 3 a.m. now
And sleep seems to creep in.
My demons are done with me
And once nothing is left
They give me back to sleep.
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