Time passes and so does my patience

I wish I could close my eyes and drift away but the fear is holding me here
In this state of insomnia

When the lights go off I feel like I'm being watched

The whispers only confirm my thoughts

Staring at the white walls that surround me like a mob of angry people
I begin to make shapes that aren't there and I wonder what you are doing

My eyes begin to burn
There's hope!

One blink, two blinks, nothing...

I'm back to where I started : Alone and awake

The bird's chirping awakens everyone else but only mocks me

I'll get up
It's time

And start this process over