By the time I crawl into bed,
it's early in the morning.
The sky is still too dark to see much of anything.
My hands are cold and shaking,
and I'm not sure if it's because of the lack of heat in my room
or the tiredness and anxiety overwhelming me.
Author's Note
I can never go to sleep before 11 anymore... my sleep schedule's so messed up lol
On a side note, I really love being up early because everything's so quiet and calm and peaceful, but at the same time I don't like waking up early, anyone else relate?
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The Light in the Dark (Completed)
PoetryCover made by the amazing @mikeyspizzadope (go check them out they're cool) It's 3 A.M., and you can't sleep. Your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest. Your ears are ringing, echoing in your brain, and everything hurts so badly. Your...
