Rain falls harder each time the clock moves its hands.
With each passing minute I am spinning further from reality.
The drugs are not kicking in and I can’t seem to focus on anything anymore.
I hear the neighbors downstairs; they are yelling and slamming their doors.
The neighbors behind me have the same anger problems that everyone else around me has.
I can’t sleep anymore as the paranoia kicks in I am losing all control.
Was that the door? Is someone trying to break in? Is someone in the house or am I really alone?
Paranoid and alone I dread the moment I actually fall into that peaceful sleep afraid of what will happen if I don’t wake up.
I’m scared and no one understands this terror I feel each night before I go to sleep.
There’s no reason for it I’m letting my imagination get the best of me as I walk down that dark hallway.
Turning on all the lights in the house just doesn't help me as much as it should.
Tonight I’ll sleep on the couch again wishing for a cure to this state of mind.
Hoping tomorrow I can retreat to the bedroom again and sleep in my bed and not be afraid of the darkness that surrounds me.