Sleep,
My bitter friend,
For when I am sleeping,
I am not ANGRY,
I am not LONELY,
I am not SAD,
I'M JUST ME.
It's waking to the nightmare that I live,
That I must concede.
Dreaming of you,
Playing,
Laughing,
Running,
Happy & Smiling,
And waking to...
NOTHING,
A hole in my heart,
NOTHING,
And and emptiness in my arms where you used to be.
nothing
Who really needs sleep?
It was getting old anyway.