Stress keeps me in bed It is as I have said I'm not getting enough sleep So I can barly Stand on my feet It's too hard To keep my balance I easily trip Over the smallest thing...
I wake up every morning Feeling very sick Actually feel like puking But never do I do it Since I just skip breakfast...
Stress keeps me in bed Once in a while I fall asleep Getting some of the rest Which I am missing...
But that nap is only One hour or two long then a nightmare Wakes me up 'Cause nightmares Are the only thing Which visits me at night My ability to dream I think I've lost...
Stress keeps me in bed I feel like a caged bird Whoes wings Have been broken But now I'm tired And I can feel The next nightmare Knocking on my door
So I'll stay in bed Getting some kind of rest And if I'm lucky then I'll soon be able to dream Again...
Sorry if there's still typos in the poem, I'll fix it when I feel better