The nights are no longer silent,
not with all the noise inside my head.
Jolting me awake as soon as my eyes flutter shut.
Makeup conceals, but it won’t cure.
Melatonin relaxes, but my body resists.
Someday I’ll beat these racing thoughts.
Someday the nightmares will stop.
But today is not someday.
And here I lay, with heavy eyes, a tired mind, and dark circles that look like bruises.