you ever notice how the night time makes
everything
suddenly seem
different?
it's like all the hope you have during the day
just kinda
drains
away

and there you are

stuck
with yourself and

suddenly

all your jollyness and naive love for life seems like a
complete and total farce

and sleep won't come. . .

and sleep won't come. . .

why won't sleep come. . .

and your eyes stay open and the world is reduced
to the need to escape
to get out of the hell of being

awake

because when the lights turn off and all you have is your
mind,
you find
that all these thoughts slice through your brain
and you can't stop them

and sleep won't come dear god the sleep won't come!

and a bit of you deteriorates

and the crap you usually ignore
shoves itself
to the foreground of your thoughts

and sleep won't come
damn doubts crowd in
and sleep won't come

force your eyes to stay closed by laying a heavy hand on top of them
no use
wasting eyelid muscles cause no matter what

sweet sleep won't come

and ever notice how when you tell yourself to stop thinking
it just makes you think even more?

and sleep won't come
and dark doubts crowd in
and sleep won't come

and i want to die

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