Sleepless

Depression and sleep deprivation feed off each other.

The weight of my body, Is too much to bare. Funny enough, I don’t even care. This has been my life, For the last 18 years. Nothing but restless nights,  And mornings of exhausted tears. My eyes are so heavy, Sometimes I can barely see.  I always joke about how, I wish I could nap for eternity. Often times it feels, Like it’s too much work to breathe.  My lungs will scream,  And I’ll will the tired to leave. It’s sad to think, I’ll never feel sleep.  Well, at least not, Until I’m six feet deep.

Author's Note

This poem was entered in my high school's writing magazine.