I live in a state of
Perpetual
Unending
Exhaustion

I sleep and it's a
Useless
Restless
Waste of time

When I wake I feel the
Same
Crushing
Weight on my eyelids.

Can I ever be awake?
Maybe
One day
I'll find out

Awake now,
Though it's not quite morning,
I won't sleep again,
The dark is too much for me.

I
Can
Keep
On
Recovering

I
Can't
Stop
My
Suffering

But you can, my love,
I know you're still here now I've returned