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.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
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.