Sleep.
It is all I can think about.
The moment my eyes close,
Peace takes over.
Anxiety I once felt slips off my shoulders.
I am free.
Free of judgment,
Free of ***** looks,
Free of name calling.
I am free.
Sleep.
My favorite part of the day.
When the world slips away,
Turns to black,
And for a few hours,
I am blissfully numb.
Sleep.
I need more of it.
It's addicting.
The feeling of being free.
I crave sleep as if it were a drug.
Maybe it is a drug.
How can something so comforting,
So free,
So peaceful,
Not be a drug?
Sleep.