You can turn off the lights,
You can climb into your bed,
But you cant turn off your mind,
The thoughts running through your head.
You toss and turn,
And can't sleep at night,
You look okay,
But you've got a fright.
The nightmares they run,
right through your blood,
Tickling your nerves,
As stubborn as mud.
The thoughts, they drain you,
But dont make you tired,
They only leave you wondering,
Why your not inspired.
This life, you hate it,
Theres no motivation,
You reach for the blade,
With no hesitation.
"Please dont do it,
It'll only make it worse,"
But you want it all to end,
So you act so perverse.
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