Sleep Is Bliss
Sleep Is Bliss
Each day drags me
further and further under
so far that all I yearn
to do is slumber.
Gourmet food
turns my stomach,
my favorite group Cake sounds bad,
nothing gives me comfort
At all besides sleep.
If I’m not sleeping
Forever I weep.
Each time I try to pull myself
Out of this constant wave
Of depression a stronger
Wave knocks me down,
Making it impossible
To be the uptown girl
That I once was.
I’m learning to exist
In this deep sleep bliss.
I have no feeling,
My heart is as numb
As my head is.
But each day
I keep breathing
And soon another
Day goes by.
Maybe soon this
Thick green soup
Will regroup somewhere
Else instead of inside
My bell jar head.
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