your eyes never close
your brain won't stop thinking
bags under your eyes
sanity slowly sinking

your life loses hope
you find hope in dreams
since you have no dreams
its hopeless it seems

your skin has gone pale
your eyes have gone red
you're sick day and night
might as well be dead

someday you'll sleep
never to wake
but until that day
there will always be ache

its a sad reality
you must conclude
its also one
you sadly cannot elude

night after night
you "go to sleep"
a pointless endeavor
you don't sleep a peep

insomnia
is a hard way of life
though you're not really living
you're watching the knife
slowly cut you to shreds
nothing to comfort you
not the pillows or beds

so you sit and you weep
you can curse and you can moan
but this is your life
and its your life alone