patchwork child

unconcious

some spend time with friends
others do their work
i suppose that's who i used to be
it's said that time heals wounds
but why do mine only fester?
why do i feel the need to sleep hours away?
i step from falsehood to my bed
rotting away
like some corpse
a corpse who lost his spark
how should i describe it?
a feeling like you'd rather be unconscious
rather float in a blank world
the nights are mine
the nights feel tranquil and free
but, in my opinion
daylight is only for slumber