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Insomnia

 The time is 3:50 am and I know that soon the cock will crow

Why I stay up so late every night is something I want to know


Many are times I get in bed early yearning for the arrival of a dream

Yet I lay awake, eyes closed because sleeping is harder than it seems


Don't you assume I'm up because of a girl for it won't sound right

If the girl of my dreams is the reason why I can't sleep at night


For in that state of sleeplessness, I'm flooded with regretful memories

I think of points I could have used in past arguments to win my adversaries


I become vulnerable to the voices in my head who gets me offended

By telling me I'm never enough and suicide is the only way I can end it


Whenever I fall asleep, my inner demons prey on me; their victim

But I know I'll never find rest until I find a way to defeat them


I'm optimistic that one day I will sleep peacefully, I believe I will

But for now as soon as day breaks I'm going to get some sleeping pills







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