It’s 11 p.m, I can’t seem to find sleep
It is not late, but I just want to escape this world
This ledge of depression that my body is looking down upon is steep
And from me, my peers, will never hear a peep
As the clock strikes 12, I am left all alone in this living hell
No one to save me, no one to care, I feel like a boat whom has lost its sail
Suddenly I realize it is 2, though it seems this feeling will never be through
I hold onto the thought that I am not alone, although I know that no one else feels this pain too
As the clock strikes 3, I just want one hour of sleep
I lie awake, no one by my side, I find it hard to imagine for sleep by and by.
It is 5 in the morning, I sit here and let my tears start pouring
I feel so alone, like a body with  no soul, and the corpse is just mourning
Once the clock strikes 7 it feels like I have reached heaven
I have made it through another sleepless night