Poetry

Sleepless.

I haven't slept in two days.
I wish I could say it's from drugs but it's not.
I now lay in my bed trying to fall asleep.
The thoughts have crept in.
I am staring at the ceiling and its quiet.
One might say peaceful.
But I hear it all.
I hear loneliness and sadness.
It whimpers at my feet.
I was laying down in the car.
Looking at the few stars in the sky.
I made a wish over and over.
I wish the car would crash.