I'VE GOT BAGS UNDER MY EYES, THE COLOR OF PLUMS. AND I'M NEVER GETTING ENOUGH SLEEP. BUT I LIKE NOT GETTING SLEEP. IT GIVES ME A REASON AS TO WHY I'M SO ******* TIRED. AN EXPLANATION TO WHY MY BRAINS TO TIRED TO FUNCTION. BECAUSE I CAN’T TELL PEOPLE I'M TIRED FROM THE TIDAL WAVES OF MISSING YOU, THE STORMS THAT RAVAGE MY MIND FULL OF MEMORIES CONSUMED BY YOUR PRESENCE. AND GOD HELP ME WHEN I DO SLEEP BECAUSE ALL I EVER DREAM OF IS YOU. AND BEING RIPPED AWAKE IS SO HARD BECAUSE ALL I EVER WANT TO DO IS BE WITH YOU AND WAKING UP ALONE IN MY BED RIPS ME APART EVERY **** TIME.