Insomnia For the nights I lye awake in my bed, wondering how I got here. My #life isn't perfect, far from it. The thunder's rumbling like the thoughts in my head, as the lightning flashes like memories of the past. Rain drops slamming against the window, falling down like the tears in my eyes. Listening to the deep breathes my body takes. When the lightning flashes, it sends chills down my spine. A wave of unsettling butterflies swarm in my stomach, watching my whole room light up. I peer over at you but your in a dead sleep, laying on your side, your chest slowly rising. You look so peaceful. You're so innocent, not knowing the storm outside, or who it's infecting. I'm envious. I too want to sleep on my right side. But God does not allow me. I must stay awake for hours on end, suffering what lies ahead. Insomnia. With my luck, how could I not suffer from it? I can't stop yawning. The pain shooting from my left arm returns. My eyelids don't seem to be wanting to stay shut. So far, my summer looks odd. At least I'm out of the hell hole school. No more idiotic staff. No more drama. No more me. High school is a chance to start over, re-invent myself. I mustn't go down the wrong path. Trying not to wonder past the rocks, where all the druggies go to smoke. I've always been avoiding the crowd. Everyday my twitch comes back, when I shift my nose to the left. That's my nervous twitch. I tend to catch myself doing it before delivering a presentation, or when I look into the eyes of the one I love. I may just be fourteen years old, but there's more chapters in my #life I haven't reached. Like this one I now finished. With one last comment. The storm has stopped, and now I may sleep.

What Is #life?? #life is just an eclipse. Filled with pain, hiding the beauty that buried beneath the surface. Beneath the skin we all hide under. From the truths that scare ourselves. Our shadows aren't even brave. We wish the shadows would take our places so we can hide in the darkness alone. We would only appear on the brightest of day, and runaway at the darkest of times. That beauty is something non of us see. Feel, hear, know. But it's only skin deep. The only way to see the trueness in ourselves is to cut to it. Puncture the skin that people judge us by. Letting the blood run down your arm. From your wrist... Buts that's just how #life is. A joke.

A Song I It's 2 am and I can't fall asleep. Your on my mind, it's getting kinda bleak. I'm, staring at the stars dancing through the night. Each on with there love without a fight. And you think I'm crazy but that's alright cause baby, I'm doing just fine without you. I don't need any movie, screw the ice cream I'm done. I'm not hiding and, I won't runaway tonight. Not gonna leave a pillow of my tears, I have nothing to fear. I'll take a sharp blade to your throat, it's gone be hot as hell. Your not being saved by the bell this time. I should take a pin to my Cornea, your a sight for sore eyes. My bloods like ice, I can kill you with one stare. Watch me scream out loud. Cause nothing's gonna stop me now. Your just a burden from my childhood. I don't need any movie, screw the ice cream I'm done. Im not hiding, I won't runaway tonight. Not gonna leave a pillow of my tears, I have nothing to fear. I'll take a sharp blade to your throat, it's gonna be hot as hell. Your not being saved by the bell this time. Your just another guy, nothing really special. I'll leave you wishing I never left. Cause I know you see, somehow I'm getting over you you right now. Pushing the doors wide open, walking away fro, your sad tragedy. Your just a piece of rubbish. But honey you'll find someone who else who doesn't know.

RL Stine #poem Of Horrors Cold was the night, the air had a fright. As they stagger by, being devoured by a fly. A never ending thirst, they say the bites are the worst. This rotting corpse is a demons morph. Is this what God calls a joke? Us poor falling folk? Why are we so shy, not that it is our time to die? The world must come to end, for we have so little time to spend.