Insomniac
Night upon night with no slumber and I'm running on fumes,
all I can feel right now is impending doom.
So tempted to overdose on my medication just to reach a state of rest,
no job, income or support, add to my stress.
I can't function and do the things I enjoy in life,
nothing but tossing and turning while I lay down in strife.
I'm an insomniac who's manic,
at any moment I feel I'm in a panic.
Somebody put me out of my misery with this hell I live,
sleep and dreams are not in my mind to give.
Like a mind in overdrive I waste away,
my volatility at this point is making me afraid.
Copyright © Jon B. Rangel | Year Posted 2012
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