I’m scared that if I sleep too much
I won’t want to wake again.
Like my book will be finished
If for a second, I set down the pen
I’m tired, yet I don’t sleep
My eye lids like a weighted blanket
As I live life half awake
While dreaming of a casket
I’m scared of sleeping too much
Scared of losing time
Or of being awake for too long
And instead losing my mind
So, yes, I’m afraid of sleep
Of what affect it would make
Afraid I’ll lose the will to live
And lose my will to wake
But how do I differentiate
Between too much and just enough
And how do I say I’m doing fine
Without ending in a bluff
I have so little fight left in me
And so, I’m terrified
That if I’m offered a safe place
I’ll never cease to hide
Oct 10, 2024
Oct 10, 2024 at 1:56 PM UTC
I’m scared that if I sleep too much
I won’t want to wake again.
Like my book will be finished
If for a second, I set down the pen
I’m tired, yet I don’t sleep
My eye lids like a weighted blanket
As I live life half awake
While dreaming of a casket
I’m scared of sleeping too much
Scared of losing time
Or of being awake for too long
And instead losing my mind
So, yes, I’m afraid of sleep
Of what affect it would make
Afraid I’ll lose the will to live
And lose my will to wake
But how do I differentiate
Between too much and just enough
And how do I say I’m doing fine
Without ending in a bluff
I have so little fight left in me
And so, I’m terrified
That if I’m offered a safe place
I’ll never cease to hide
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