I go to bed early now
As to avoid having to sit
With my thoughts any longer
I wake up in the mornings
Already sick with emotion
That I don't even care to feel
I'm forced to go about my day
It's its own kind of torture
Then I return home
To hide myself in the covers
And take a nap
That eventually evolves
Into a tiresome night
Hour and hours pass by
My once so pleasant dreams
Have turned into nightmares
I wake up the next morning
Only to repeat the process
Over again