After spending seven hours today
Sitting on a train
As I lie here
I’m starting to fear
That I may never sleep again
The Sleeping Tablet
Thankfully,
tiredness
descends.
As upon
sleep,
sanity
depends.
(Originally Posted 30.09.2019)
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
After spending seven hours today
Sitting on a train
As I lie here
I’m starting to fear
That I may never sleep again
The Sleeping Tablet
Thankfully,
tiredness
descends.
As upon
sleep,
sanity
depends.
(Originally Posted 30.09.2019)
I may spend time lying down
But not much of that is sleeping
It’s existential dread
That fills my head
And that’s not to mention the weeping
Forty Winks
Why do
I bother
coming
to bed
It’s not
like I
can
sleep
All I
do is
fucking
lie here
Overthinking
and
counting
sheep
(Originally Posted 21.09.2019)
Having spent another day
Putting my body through the mill
It couldn’t be more clear to me
That sleeping is a skill
Sleep Is Futile
What’s the
point in
going to bed
With all
this shit
inside my head
It’s not
like I’ll be
allowed to rest
With this
sickness deep
inside my chest
(Originally Posted 04.09.2019)
Some people
Are built to sleep
Of that
I’m pretty much certain
But for those like me
With anxiety
Insomnia
Is just another burden
Just Because I’m Yawning, Doesn’t Mean I’m Tired
The restlessness
has started
Yet sleep refuses
to advance
Body and soul
have departed
While I’m being led
a merry dance
(Originally Posted 18.07.2019)
Put lavender on your pillow
He said
Or drink some chamomile tea
I’ve tried every pill know to man
She said
So I doubt they’ll work for me
In The North
It never quite gets dark
This time of year
Which makes the sky so pretty
But when you’re already
Struggling to sleep
It is also kinda shitty
(Originally Posted 20.06.2021)
Hoping this pill proves fruitful
That it will work as designed
So I swallow another scoopful
To quiet the chaos in my mind
Five A Day
An
apple
a day
may
keep
the
doctor
away.
But
it’s a
pill
at night
that makes
me feel
alright.
(Originally Posted 12.06.2019)
I may excel
At many things
But to my eternal dismay
I know fine well
That sleep, it seems,
Will never be quite my forte
The Dream Catcher
Bad thoughts creep
As I’m without sleep
For yet another night
Fears won’t keep
Whilst I lie and weep
Losing the will to fight
(Originally Posted 01.06.2020)
Just close your eyes
And count to ten
You can ill afford
To sleep in again
4am
And my demons
Want revenge
Again
It never quite gets dark
This time of year
Which makes the sky so pretty
But when you’re already
Struggling to sleep
It’s actually just shitty
I love living here
Next to the sea
On my cosy little croft
But the seagull noise
When I’m trying to sleep?
That can fuck right off
What the fuck
Are you still doing up
Don’t you know
It’s quarter past four?
Well of course I do
But it’s nothing new
To find I can’t sleep
Anymore
Why should I bother
Going to bed
When there's nothing
To wake up for
Why should I bother
Waking up
When I enjoy sleeping
So much more
Finally
dropping
into
bedKnowing
I couldn’t
have done
any moreThere’s
no point
setting
an alarmAs
there’s
nothing
to wake
up for
Please
make
sure
you
bury
me
deep
So
I can
finally
get
some
fucking
sleep
As
the
sun
slowly
rises
What’s
the
point
in
going
to bed?
It’s
not
like
sleep
Gives
me
any
reprieve
From
the
voices
in my
head
Bad thoughts creep
As I’m without sleep
For yet another night
Fears won’t keep
Whilst I lie and weep
Losing the will to fight
Why must
you sing
outside my
window?Some of us
still have
to work
you know!
All
of a
sudden
now
it
seems
That
my
waking
mind
is
empty
You
only
exist
in
my
dreams
But of
those
there
are
still
plenty
It’s
past
midnight
againAnd
still
I’m not
in bedWhen will
they stop
driving
me insaneThese
voices
inside
my head?
Time to
get some
sleepHe
saidYou can
do that
another dayIf only
it was
that easyShe
saidTo pack
my brain
away
I
don’t
mind
being
asleep
It’s the
waking
up I
don’t
care
for
Seriously
now
I need
some sleep
For if
I don’t
A lid on it
I won’t keep
Spending
all day
Tired
as fuck
But when
bedtime comes
There’s no
such luck
Another
day spent
lying
in bedThoughts
racing
through
my headWondering
what it
was you
saidAnd all
the while
wishing
I was dead
I’ve
woken up
on the
sofa
todayNow I
feel
like
a half
shut
knifeI’ve
said it
before
and I’ll
say it
againI
really
fucking
hate
my
life
I wish
I could
sleep
But I
simply
can’t
relax
I just don’t
have the
strength
to keep
Painting
over the
cracks
It’s the time
between
waking up
and going
to sleep
that I’ve
always
found
the most
troublesome
Thankfully,
tiredness
descends.
As upon
sleep,
sanity
depends.
Why do
I bother
coming
to bed
It’s not
like I
can
sleep
All I
do is
fucking
lie here
Overthinking
and
counting
sheep
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