Splashes of ink

Slumber

Why am I doing this?
Constantly searching for ways to keep myself awake,
Floating above the waters of deep, dark heartache,
But still drowning all the same.

Why won't I fall asleep?
Even when I'm broken down crying,
Exhaustion seeping through and tugging at me,
Scared of what the next day will bring.

Why do I think so much?
The way an egg is cracking before it's hatched,
My heart is breaking as such. I'm shaking,
Imagining the worst outcome of every little touch.

The morning birds are urging me to go to sleep,
I don't want to listen, even though it's a need,
And I awaken with the thought of nightmares
Before I even start to dream.