I just want to sleep,
yet don't know how.
I lay my head to rest,
my mind sparks up instead.
I feel the tears fall down,
and the emotions rise within.
I know what is coming,
there is just little I can do.

And so, I fight the tears,
I fight myself.
I should have no fight left in me,
for I am far too tired,
but it continues just the same.

My world descends to
chaos. My thoughts
                    fall
                 into ash.
The room s
                     p
                         i
                     n
                  s
and will not stop.
I am lost                   from me,

and even further                                                          ­            from you.

I am just so tired.
And it is trivial
because, like everyone,
I will sleep when I die.