2a.m.

It's 2a.m.
I'm sitting
Sitting in the dark room
Only with a small light flickering in the other room,
Thinking of nothing at all
Just staring at the empty wall.
Yes! Just staring!
What else can I do?
I try to sleep for an hour at least,
In order to be awake the next day,
But no, my body doesn't obey me.
Why? I don't know.
No one knows actually.
I smile very often,
For no reason,
Why? No ones know.
But I know the truth,
It's only to hide my sorrow.
It's 2a.m.
And i sit here and cry,
Cry for what?
Again!
I don't know!
Something's running in my mind,
I don't know What.
I'm trying to figure it out,
But all in vain.
What should I do?
Yoga?
Consult a therapist?
Talk to my best friend?
Listen to music?
Travel?
What really am I supposed to do?
I'm tired of trying.
I'm tired of hearing.
I'm tired of doing everything.
I'm tired of what I'm doing.
I'm tired of staying awake.
I'm tired of staring at the wall.
I'm tired of passing time doing nothing.
I'm tired of myself.
I'm tired.
What am I supposed to do?
Do i have an option to stay happy?
I don't know.
~Aarthi.N