I call myself a Professional Sleeper
Because I was convinced I could sleep through
any type of sadness or any type of confusion.
I was convinced I could sleep after
any argument or any type of disaster.
Yet, for the past two nights I have weapt myself to sleep
as my brain swells against my skull and makes my thoughts feel like cymbols in a marching band
I was convinced I would be able to sleep off even the worst of times
and that would be how I coped
But once you try to sleep when your heart is breaking, and your head is screaming, and your eyes are too sore to shut,
It's impossible
I promise you.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
I call myself a Professional Sleeper
Because I was convinced I could sleep through
any type of sadness or any type of confusion.
I was convinced I could sleep after
any argument or any type of disaster.
Yet, for the past two nights I have weapt myself to sleep
as my brain swells against my skull and makes my thoughts feel like cymbols in a marching band
I was convinced I would be able to sleep off even the worst of times
and that would be how I coped
But once you try to sleep when your heart is breaking, and your head is screaming, and your eyes are too sore to shut,
It's impossible
I promise you.
