Sleep


I am torn; falling apart at the seams.
All I can think about is sleep; having those dreams.
Thinking of a better tomorrow, I begin to cry.
I am hoping my sanity will say a proper goodbye.
My dreams are all I have; the only things that aren't bad.
Tears are rolling down my cheeks,
Only because my mind tends to creak.
I am torn; falling apart at the seams.
Hoping, wishing, and praying I can go back to sleep.

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