When Sleep Is A dream
I Continue to conform to sleepless nigths and half-here days. I refuse to sleep to the point where my body does the refusing for me. I don't want to sleep because that means I have to wake up tomarrow and face another day. The sleep depravation brings new meaning to my day - I can slide through it in a half awake state just waiting for the night of no sleep to come.
I strive to not sleep , because of the life I should be living. I tell myself I'll stay awake til that life is lived. When in reality That life is nowhere near..and the day merges with the nite.
Things that I need to acomplish stay unfufilled. I'd rather say I'll stay up to do them, and watch my life writher away. The pressing matter on my mind, But the urge to just stay up is greater.
I want to live a fake life where I don't have to live. I put my life on autopiliot - thru my half here days and my drunken weekends. The farther from reality I am, the less I have to see or think about. It's a good life to mirror the way I feel.
I continue on a downward spiral, with no idea where it's going next , and not caring in the least. But it's ok....
This is me
My life is the same , I'm in the dark with no ambition to move.
I'm content at least - with the never changing days. I don't know where I'm headed, And I'm ok with that. I don't know where I am , And I'm ok with that.
Even if content doesn't mean happiness, At least it's a life to live. False hopes and shattered dreams. I live in the moment , And I don't care to be set free. But I'm ok with that.
And with each minute passed by the things I should have done haunt me. And I dread the next day even more, causing me to stay up for another minute longer , and continue the cycle of running from it all.
Another Half here piece of writing for reading on those half here days. But That's ok. Because I'm Ok.
I strive to not sleep , because of the life I should be living. I tell myself I'll stay awake til that life is lived. When in reality That life is nowhere near..and the day merges with the nite.
Things that I need to acomplish stay unfufilled. I'd rather say I'll stay up to do them, and watch my life writher away. The pressing matter on my mind, But the urge to just stay up is greater.
I want to live a fake life where I don't have to live. I put my life on autopiliot - thru my half here days and my drunken weekends. The farther from reality I am, the less I have to see or think about. It's a good life to mirror the way I feel.
I continue on a downward spiral, with no idea where it's going next , and not caring in the least. But it's ok....
This is me
My life is the same , I'm in the dark with no ambition to move.
I'm content at least - with the never changing days. I don't know where I'm headed, And I'm ok with that. I don't know where I am , And I'm ok with that.
Even if content doesn't mean happiness, At least it's a life to live. False hopes and shattered dreams. I live in the moment , And I don't care to be set free. But I'm ok with that.
And with each minute passed by the things I should have done haunt me. And I dread the next day even more, causing me to stay up for another minute longer , and continue the cycle of running from it all.
Another Half here piece of writing for reading on those half here days. But That's ok. Because I'm Ok.