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Pitch Black Room
9:30 p.m.,
the lights gone down,
and darkness engulfs my bedroom.
Tic-Toc
I lay in my bed with my blanket weighing me down,
making my body sink in more.
Tic-Toc
A black dog joins my company,
and my rat’s running is my comfort sound.
Tic-Toc
I close my eyes: suspect myself to fall into a deep slumber,
but all I can do is notice the sounds that keep me from resting.
Tic-Toc
The sounds seem deafening,
the air conditioning roar throughout the vents,
my dog mumbling barks that is in their dream.
I wish I could dream
Tic-Toc
The thoughts in my head was the loudest thing I hear.
Tic-Toc
Thoughts in my head started as a normal conversation.
The casual hellos and ideas of what to wear tomorrow.
Tic-Toc
I didn’t mind,
it is comforting,
was a reassurance that I was fine.
Tic- Toc
I open my eyes in a way to close my mind’s talk.
With my eyes open the pitch-black room filled my eyes,
and with that I closed my eyes.
Tic-Toc
The voice is back,
but it feels different,
like a stranger.
Tic-Toc
The voice whispered a quick hello with a low,
but calm voice.
I listen in, a mistake.
Tic-Toc
The voice boomed louder and louder,
I try to run from it and the insults I was hearing.
Tic-Toc
The voice was filled with anger,
and hate all towards me.
Tic-Toc
The words that they speak,
cut deep like a knife in jell,
but I kept running.
Tic-Toc
I ran with everything I got,
and ran what felt like a million miles,
just to find peace.
Tic-Toc
The voice was still there.
Tic-Toc
Then it dawned on me.
I can’t escape my own mind.
Tic-Toc
I stopped running,
but then I opened my eyes to stop the pain.
I see the same scene from before.
Tic-Toc
I was annoyed,
all I wanted to do was sleep.
All I want to do is scream until I ran out of air in my lungs.
Tic-Toc
I closed my eyes in hope I defeated the monster that lives in my head.
Tic-Toc
I thought I found hush,
but it returned.
Tic-Toc
I opened my eyes again,
but this time hot streak of water rolled down my cheeks.
Tic-Toc
I clutched my phone to realize what time it was,
at first my eyes burn by the light that was giving off.
Tic-Toc
I shot up in disbelief,
three hours has zipped by,
with me not even catching one Z or counting one sheep.
Tic-Toc
I slumped down until,
I was weighed down into my mattress.
Tic-Toc
It felt like my sanity was ripped away from me,
I felt defeated.
Tic-Toc
I closed my eyes.
I wait for the voice to come back and haunt me.
Tic-Toc
The voice didn’t pop up,
it stayed away.
Finally, peace. At last,
I burst with tears because I won after feeling hopeless.
Tic-Toc
I faded away in the silence,
the best sound of the night,
Tic-Toc
I can finally rest from the battle of the world and my mind,
happy was my thought.
The next time I opened my eyes was exciting.
I saw the light of day,
and not my: pitch-black room.

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I find myself doing what my poem to myself, mostly every night. These long nights brought me down a alot, and school became a struggle, because I found myself constantly falling a sleep during class. Writing this poem, made it easier to express my struggle.