I hate the constant pain,
that comes creeping into the night.
I try to keep myself calm, trying to hold it all together,
but darkness overflows my head, with an aching fright.

I carry myself through endless bounds,
my eyes never shutting for a simple rest.
How does one find sleep these days
The truth is that they do not
They simply wake to face a bleak eternity
An infinite cycle of torture, that begins its horrid decay

Sleep always seems to leave me
When the quiet day is graced by the waking night
My mind loves playing tricks on me
As my heart races with worry and disdain
But the clock of time never changes
Keeping me awake and aware of the pain

I feel myself go weak and numb
Slightly stunned from the torment and strain
Why do I feel this way now
Instead of any other main feeling from before
Will I ever be the same
Or have I fallen further than I ever could afford