Do my eyes burn because I'm awake
Am I awake because my eyes are burning
Am I even awake at all
Do I drink coffee because I'm tired
Am I tired because I drink coffee
Am I even tired at all
Am I a writer because I'm an insomniac
Am I an insomniac because I'm a writer
Am I even a writer at all
Does my skull ache from all the whining
Am I whining because my skull aches
Does it ******* matter anyway
These walls are paper thin
I feel like screaming into them
These walls are sturdier than my bones
I feel like walking through them
But I have nothing to say
And I have no where to go
Who the **** am I
when I'm not dreaming
Have I been dreaming all along
Have I ever dreamt at all
Why do I care
If I even do
Or am I just filling the time
Because the ceiling becomes a boring sight
After eight hours of lying in this bed
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 2:46 AM UTC
Do my eyes burn because I'm awake
Am I awake because my eyes are burning
Am I even awake at all
Do I drink coffee because I'm tired
Am I tired because I drink coffee
Am I even tired at all
Am I a writer because I'm an insomniac
Am I an insomniac because I'm a writer
Am I even a writer at all
Does my skull ache from all the whining
Am I whining because my skull aches
Does it ******* matter anyway
These walls are paper thin
I feel like screaming into them
These walls are sturdier than my bones
I feel like walking through them
But I have nothing to say
And I have no where to go
Who the **** am I
when I'm not dreaming
Have I been dreaming all along
Have I ever dreamt at all
Why do I care
If I even do
Or am I just filling the time
Because the ceiling becomes a boring sight
After eight hours of lying in this bed
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