morning has broken
i see the light in your eyes;
i don't quite see you.

So tired now, eyeballs heavy
and my head dropping, muscles beg for rest.
Insomnia hits hard.

I'm done with you, get out of my sight,
I don't want to look at you any more.
You say love is unconditional,
Heat of the moment statements
Contradict our love and strain it.

Night is the hardest time to be alive.
Four am knows all our secrets.
The brain races.

Stop being so pathetic,
No reason to cry.
A lesson you need is to toughen up.
Is my heart so weak,
That you too, can nip at my brain
Sending it spinning.

Refusing the give in, eyes won’t shut
No functioning during the day,

Why would you do that to yourself,
I know you’re scared to tell,
But I'm worried.
First person to worry, yet she doesn't really care
Dodging questions I'm too tired to answer,
She then forgets about it.

These voices scatter around
this sleep deprived brain,
Past being tired now, hyper daze sets in.

I didn't raise you like this, not to be horrible.
You never talk any more, just push away,
You need to be more happy.
I try so hard, to keep a straight face
Can’t stop laughing at you,
I blame the over tiredness.

Floating         never quite
                                                  reaching bed,
                                                                                the me they want me to be.

You came at the right time,
To stop this madness you feel.
I can help you, now tell me more.
Got different people inside my head,
Not sure which version of me they want.
Reality is shown in sleepless nights.

Pillows hold so many secrets.

There's the tear stained nights
and midnight chit chats.
There's whispers of regret
and sleepy heads.

Some turn to pillows from over exaustion
and others toss and turn with insomnia.
Drunken heads that have passed out
and ones that block out the bad with sleep.

Sleep talking, monolouges and bed time storys.
"Dont worry my darling it will all be okay"
Woes are spilt and soaked in
by our trusted pillows.

*If only they could talk, oh the secrets.

You said in sickness and in health
but lately the latter has been slipping.
My "shining star" within is now a dark star,
leaving destruction in its path,
invisible to the naked eye.

There is a weight on my shoulders
that looks like pebbles to you,
yet it feels like a monster to me.

It pushes down as you drag it around
yet no one else can see the struggle.
Woven together by flaw after flaw,
is this why this monster has latched on to me?
The daily struggle goes on.

Yet when doctors say they can make the monster go away
I hold onto it, squeezing it tight,
as it's the only thing I know.

*As it's what you know best that you're most comfortable with.
Good or bad.

Venturing into the heart of insanity,
(my mind)
I fear that i will lose myself.
I hear the blood rushing in my head
(Will it ever drown me?)
As its the only sound i hear apart from myself.
Alone with my thoughts,
(Wish me well..)
Maybe this is what i want.
Insanity. Chaos. Something.