Empathy For The Insomniac

A dark rhyme for a dark month…

I’m awake all night.
I sleep all day.
I don’t know if I can
Live through this phase.
I hear voices whisper
And softly sing.
I don’t know what
This insanity will bring.
I feel your cry
And drown in our tears.
I don’t know how
To tread my fears.
I see the dark
With nocturnal eyes.
I don’t know how
To control my cries.
I hear them scream.
What is this?
Insisting I listen:
“Slit your wrists!”