My mind goes in circles.
The rest of my life does as well.
The same things happen;
a continuous replay in hell.
I look back and notice
events are the same.
Like a déjà vu,
making me insane.
I try to think of a different way
something to change this;
make it all go away....
It won't.
Lives are set on an unending track.
The same old shit
always comes back.
No matter the problem,
it shall always repeat,
to knock you down
into defeat.
Sleeping is overrated.
Sleeping is for squares.
I'd rather be lying awake wondering
what my life entails.
Sleeping makes me tired.
Sleeping makes me dream.
And we all know
dreaming is a dangerous thing.
Sleeping can bring nightmares.
Sleeping can't take them away.
It's hard enough already
when I have nightmares in the day.
Sleeping doesn't comfort me.
Sleeping doesn't feel right.
I'd rather stay awake
and live my own damnned life.
Sleeping will always hate me.
Sleeping will never come.
It's always right in front of me;
something I just can't touch.