insomnia
I wish I could write until my mind went quiet
But it never stops talking
Even when it has nothing to say
Random anxiety races my heart
And buries itself in little knots
Until my body is sore and tired, begging for relief
But my mind does not listen
Where is the end?
The breaking point?
Sleep, when it does come, is paper-thin
Dreamless and transparent
clenched and strained
Morning comes like a hangover
I can't remember what it feels like to be tired
I can't remember what it feels like to be awake
I can't remember what it feels like to be alive.
But it never stops talking
Even when it has nothing to say
Random anxiety races my heart
And buries itself in little knots
Until my body is sore and tired, begging for relief
But my mind does not listen
Where is the end?
The breaking point?
Sleep, when it does come, is paper-thin
Dreamless and transparent
clenched and strained
Morning comes like a hangover
I can't remember what it feels like to be tired
I can't remember what it feels like to be awake
I can't remember what it feels like to be alive.