I won't get help, but cannot sleep.

even when the night goes to bed.

I'm stuck here counting sheep.

Wanting so much to be dead.



For death offers rest.

A nap from the dark.

Oh, God, I'm stressed.

There is no more spark.



The spark in my life has gone.

Vanished, the night took it.

Just like it took the dawn.

Now it wants me to quit.



Quit whining about bedtime.

But bedtime lasts forever.

The sun won't ever shine.

Mr. Dark thinks he's clever.



I am still awake.

I only want to cry.

My soul has an ache.

The thing left is to die.