The calm before the storm,
Not being able to sleep is the norm.
Mind too quick and ready to self harm.
Eyes closed tight fighting the insomnia
And not wanting to see light
That means it is the morn.
Daylights coming,
And no matter how tight my eyes will be close
It can't change that.
No amount of wishing or cursing,
No overthinking,
It will still be here soon,
With the birds singing,
Another day,
So may as well open those eyes
And see it in.
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