Sleepy

I do not get much rest when I lay myself to sleep, For I'm tortured by the things I once had but couldn't keep, I'm thrown back into situations that I've kept locked away, Things that I'd like to forget, games I no longer play, My dreams are no retreat, quite the opposite in fact, My dreams pick apart the sanity i try to keep intact, The only sanity I own and it dangles on a thread, As the monsters swing and claw, it hangs too far above their heads, Although I see them getting closer every single night, There is no way for me to stop them, no way for me to fight, So i choose to stay awake with reality abound, Until the darkness drags me back into the metaphoric ground.