As I lay me down to sleep,
I cross my fingers, I count some sheep
But wait,
The silence blankets the room,
And I can't seem to catch z's
I want to break free
This insomnia is killing me.
Days go by,
Nights unfulfilled,
Dreams are intangible,
Hours are killed.
Images paint my mind,
Of days where I could rest my head,
Of nights in warm weather,
Of stars and clouds and us being together.
Draped across my mattress,
I find comfort underneath my sheets,
I find solitude in knowing
They shield me from my defeats.
Dysfunction sets in,
Thirty-six hours of deprivation takes toll,
Why can't I beat this?
Where did I lose control?
Self-medicated and starving,
My body seeks relief,
In hopes that one day,
I may finally fall asleep.