Sleep Doesn't Come

As I sit in the room provided, staring at the blank wall ahead of me
Shadowed figures dance across my vision.
All the lights are off
The night life right outside my walls come alive.
Thoughts race through my mind, memories scream for attention
I curl up wishing to forget then have to remember
Hands clutch my arms, i didn't remember to file or cut my nails.
Warmth starts to move down my arm.
I smile in the darkness and whisper to the shadows in my company,
"Will this ever end?" a small laugh bursts out as something warm moves down my cheeks.