Post Midnight Fright

It's the feeling that in three months from now

She'll have burned every bridge

And the ones she can manage to rebuild

Will be torn apart from the hinge

The feeling that at this time

People only know her name

And the feeling that in three more months

This still will be the same

The feeling that no one is there

At one in the morning

When insomnia has plagued her mind

And her head is screaming out a warning

The feeling of a panic attack

When no one is there to help

And the tears flow unlike her breath

As she gasps for air with a yelp

Her breath has been taken away

And all that is left is fear

For no one knows what's behind her door

Or holds her current feelings dear
It's the feeling of not know
If her lungs can go on
How many panic attacks can they go through?
It's not like they respawn

It's the feeling that when she wakes up

She will feel fine again

And everything she feels right now

Will become something that has been

But right now this is too strong for her

The world is way too much

All her emotions play her mind

And control is out of clutch

Every tear is another word

That adds to the list

Of things that are wrong with the world

And why they will always persist

It's the feeling that finding sleep

Is a lie told by the dead

But it is not her bed's fault

That it cannot please her head

It's the feeling that she is nothing more

Than the thoughts she thinks right now

And she will struggle to change her thoughts

Even if it is her final vow

It's the feeling that no matter where the lights are

They manage to find her eyes

So that she may never sleep

Any rest to her is a surprise

It's the feeling that she will never escape

And she will be stuck in this town

But she won't be with her too few friends

For they will ignore her every sound
 It's the feeling of the entire house
As she hears the soft breathing in the rooms
Reminding her that she the only one awake
And that she must get up soon
It's the feeling of the realization
That this is her entire life
Simple and lonely and harsh and cold
She will never become a wife

Insomnia and the girl

The same as every night

The feelings that scare her from reality

The feeling of post midnight fright

Of course she thinks this is all real

But it's made up by her bleary head

That's what you get as an insomniac

Lying awake in a bed