I just realized the irony in my sleeping patterns
I never sleep during the week
Running from nightmares
And owning the city
While society sleeps
But when it's the weekend
I let myself die in nightmares
Because as much as I
Scream
Cry
And struggle
I find no comfort
In waking up
So I sleep the days away
My sweet escape
My way to avoid
My biggest nightmare
Reality
But still
Somehow
I am lost in it
I'm lost in my pain
My problems
To worried
To sleep
To be happy
My life is too real
At an age too young
I should be having fantasies
Not chasing my future
Death