Sleep

It does not come easy,
My mind will not slow.
Too many thoughts,
Too many feelings.
I tell myself;
Calm down.
Rest.
My thoughts disobey.
Anxieties,
Worries,
Regrets.
They engulf me.
My blurry eyes wander.
And I know, 
Sleep will not come tonight.

Vicarious

VT

18 years old