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
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
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
It’s heartfelt
praise, but
I know
your ways.How uncomfortable
you are
to see,
just how
miserable I
can be.I’m sorry
I no
longer make
you smile.For that
you’ll need
to wait
a while.Until then,
just keep
telling me
I’ll make
it through.And I’ll
keep on
whispering
fuck you.(Originally Posted 10.05.2019)
It’s
past
midnight
againAnd
still
I’m not
in bedWhen will
they stop
driving
me insaneThese
voices
inside
my head?
Spending
all day
Tired
as fuck
But when
bedtime comes
There’s no
such luck
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
Waking up to find that,
once again,
I’ve lost my mind
at some point
during the night…
It’s too hot to think
as I sit here on the brink
of yet another nervous breakdown…
The restlessness
has startedSleep is refusing
to advanceBody and soul
have departedHaving led me
a merry dance