Sleep,
My bitter friend,
For when I am sleeping,
I am not ANGRY,
I am not LONELY,
I am not SAD,
I'M JUST ME.
It's waking to the nightmare that I live,
That I must concede.
Dreaming of you,
Playing,
Laughing,
Running,
Happy & Smiling,
And waking to...
NOTHING,
A hole in my heart,
NOTHING,
And and emptiness in my arms where you used to be.
nothing
Who really needs sleep?
It was getting old anyway.

Whenevel I clied hungly,
Chhe would give me milk.
Whenevel I do not dlink it,
Chhe will tly that I dlink it.
Whenevel I am chho angly,
Chhe will tly that I dlunk it.
Whenevel chhe loshesh hope,
Chhe will look at my papa.
My daddy will only shmile,
Lift shweetly in hiz armsh.

They would then shuksheed,
Togethel they enteltain me.
They dichhtract & feed me,
Milk I lyk not chho vely hot.
Twichhe they tly & I leject,
They sing me some lhymsh.
Mom then poulsh two dlops,
On back of hel hand chhe tlies.

'Tsch! It's hot,' chhe ekchclaims,
I let out a shmall shlieky laugh.
Daddy lent hel a helping hand,
He blung a khup of cold watel.
Finally they togethel feed me,
Calefully & lovingly they do it.
Whenevel I lemembel my lisp,
I am chho happy & smile bloadly.