When my sleep ceases
My nightmare increases
Thoughts slowly creeping
Deep into my mind while weeping
Of loneliness and dread
Before I can even leave my bed
Filling my head with a dark shadow
While the sun still has its morning glow
Blinding me with confusion,
my happiness just an illusion
I glare with eyes closed tight
Screaming in my head "THIS ISN'T RIGHT"
Some days I wish I was dead
Some nights I hope to die in bed
The isolation is choking me out
Leaving me with hollow doubt
And the stainless steel knife
Stained with fear and strife
That leaks from my heavy soul
Like tears seeping through a cracked bowl
I spend my days waiting for sleep
So I can dream of a hole six feet deep