Another night.
Insomnia quietly enters into my room, waking me as he pulls me into his embrace.
I push him away telling him to leave me alone for just one night.
Please, I beg. I am so tired.
But he just chuckles and holds me tighter, caressing the dark circles beneath my eyes, admiring his work.
Not long after, another knocks on my door, asking for entry.
Insomnia whispers, come in.
Depression perches herself on the edge of my bed.
After a few minutes of trying to ignore her, she climbs in next to me and begins to talk.
I cover my ears. I do not want to hear what she says.
But her piercing words find their way between my fingers and force themselves into my head.
She whispers to me, reminding me, making sure I know everything that is wrong with me and the world.
We cry together.
Hours later, Insomnia stands and says it\'s time for him to go.
But Depression is sleeping over.
Quietly, she sings me to sleep with the reassurance that she will be there when I wake.