Titles are Overrated

Part 62

Exhausted,

even if all

I do

is sleep.

Starving,

even though

my stomach

is full.

Cold and numb,

despite the warm duvets

I'm tucked into

every night.

Each time

I awaken

from my sleepless slumber,

all I can do 

is dream

desperately

that it won't

always 

be this way.

I know every moment

is precious,

but I

struggle to seize 

each one -

for I have spent 

so long,

taking it all for granted

and throwing them away.

Time is what I need,

even though

it is never promised.

But I am trying

to pick up the pieces

of what I once was

and use them

to piece together

who I am now. 

how can I sleep at night