Quiet
worried sick
it’s 3 a.m. and you can’t sleep
it feels like you’ve tried it all
from reading books to counting sheep
your mind races
your head aches
overthinking
it leaves no space
you begin to cry
attempting to fill the void inside
inside your heart
it infects your brain
taking control of your life
consuming you with pain
but shhh
don’t wake the house
remain quiet
quiet as a mouse
no one wants to know the secrets you hide
so you let the world rest
bury your head
eventually you’ll fall asleep
no energy left to obsess
This poem is about:
Me