I've been ****** into you for the past two hours trying to find myself.
And here I am
Still trying to find myself
It doesn't give me peace
But it also doesn't give me pain
If I sit in silence I die
If I am with you I'm mad
I'm mad because now I have one less minute
Of sleep
Or until I have to go to sleep

You see sleep for me is this odd thing
I love it so much
Yet it means I have to do it again
Each day,

A marathon of emotions and energy that will soon run out
Today I was close, but the finish line caught me
So I guess I'll post this on hellopoetry now
tell you what time to wake me up
And go to bed
My chest beats as I say it.