I’m tired.
I want to sleep.
Sleeping is when I don’t feel bad.
I don’t even remember my dreams either.
I just know
that I feel a lot better sleeping
than how I do staying awake.
I can’t do any work.
I’m too tired to care.
I’m too tired to eat.
I’m too tired to walk.
I’m too tired to speak.
I’m too tired to do anything.
I don’t want to be in reality anymore.
Maybe I’ll just start sleeping,
on purpose,
even when I’m not tired,
just so I can be somewhere else,
somewhere that’s not here.
And I don’t have to worry about school,
about music,
about my future,
about my looks,
about my friends,
about anything.
I’ll just do
what I want,
and when I want to do it.
And what I want
is nothing,
except feeling good.