my eyes burn. my head aches.

but i won't let sleep grip my body.
not yet.

somewhere,
my life is waiting to start.
tonight is my night.

through the tears,
through the hurt,
through the hate,
i have endured.

i have not yet expired.

i'm ready for the page to turn.
i am ready for whatever
tomorrow brings me,

but i want it today.

a/n: I'm so sick of blandly raw poetry.
When will my writing stop sucking?
{I'm not usually one to complain about my own writing ability. But tonight is a special case.}