By: Clara Bent, Senior I wake up again.
And the time is twelve a.m. I close my heavy eyes. I can clearly catch the stressed baby cries. Yet, that isn’t what keeps me awake. It’s my anxiety giving me a pounding headache. More sleep evaded. I feel like my mind has been invaded. I close my deep brown globes of sight. Hoping to sleep for the rest of the night. I wake up again. The time is two a.m. The process will repeat. Will I ever sleep underneath these sheets.
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Clara BentI am a poet and short story writer in 12th grade. I love listening to music. Also to me family always comes first. |