I've been lying here in bed,
Afraid to sleep since 9.
I've been lying here in bed,
Watching movies on my laptop since 9,
Trying to ignore the on-again,
Off-again pain in my chest,
Stabbing me with silver knives--
Constricting my breathing,
And making me gasp for breath.
Mom told me,
In sleepy tones through the dark,
Not to worry and see how I feel in the morning.
But now can I close my eyes?
How can I sleep through the pain?
And when the short relief comes,
How can I not be afraid that if I close my eyes--
How will I know they'll open again?
