The light is still on at night because I can no longer sleep. Thoughts appear by the thousand; night after night, they dance around in my head. I beg them to leave, but they simply stand their ground. The light is still on at night because I can no longer sleep. Then I get up and walk to the fridge, though I have no appetite. I try to distract myself by reading, but that doesn't work either. Then I remember I still need to take out the trash. The light is still on at night because I can no longer sleep. The mental cinema plays on, knowing no bounds. There they are: fear, anger, and self-criticism. Shouldn't I be allowed to be who I truly am? The light is still on at night because I can no longer sleep. And so the spiral turns. Not being good enough, not strong enough. Simply lacking the courage for certain things. That’s how the anger rises. I realize this isn't doing me any good at all. The light is still on at night because I can no longer sleep. Now my body reacts with a tremor. I feel cold. Exhausted, I stagger back to my room. Powerless, I sink into my bed. A final surge of thoughts—then they grow quieter and quieter, and fade away. I am so tired, so tired, so tiiiired... The light is still on at night because I can no longer sleep. The light is still on at night because I can no longer sleep.
