Seconds become minutes.

Minutes become hours.

Sleep never finds me,

and they wonder why I am sour.

The clock keeps ticking,

echoing in my brain.

These endless sleepless nights

is enough to drive me insane.

Do I dare get up at dawn,

and give up on the hope of sleep?

I’m torturing myself with tormenting thoughts.

The price for a restful night is steep.

There are shadows on the walls,

and voices in my head,

All of this could end

if I just let myself go to bed.

If the definition of insanity

is doing something over and over again?

Check me into an insane asylum,

That’s where I belong then.

This was just me being silly from lack of sleep everyone, lol

Erin