all i want to do is sleep.
just for one night.
to sleep tight,
sleep soundly in my bed
with no thoughts
running rampid in my head.
i just want to sleep.
I wish i could
lay my head down
with dreams that are good.
not dreams that turn
into nightmares
and into my head they burn.
waking up me at midnight,
i wish i could fight
for the sleep i lack.
to sleep softly
in the deep dark black.
things get better
after a good night’s sleep.
i wrote in my last and final letter,
about all the nights i never slept
staying awake,
just sitting there and wept.