My eyes are so heavy with sleep, but I fight to stay awake. If I fail then the nightmares will take me away. I am on the edge of sanity as I writhe in my bed. I look over the edge and I see the floor a thousand feet below me. The needle is near to me, but I don't want to reach for it, I dare not take that trip again. So I wrestle with my demons as my heart beats in my chest until I think it will burst. I am not sure how long I can fight this battle, I am so tired I just want to sleep. I roll over and come crashing down to the earth, I lie broken and ****** on the floor. I ache but at  least the pain revives me, yet the weariness comes quickly and I am losing the fight. So in one last vain attempt to resolve my crisis, I succumb to the fate that awaits me. Now all that I have left is one question, can I now really sleep?