Endless nights, sleepless days
scared of getting bad grades
sleeping more hours is a pill to me
I overdose and overdose but I am still alive
I thought oversleeping can be my drug
sometimes I try to fight it but always make me weary
it's like 2 am and I have no strength or dignity to stay strong
sleeping is a drug that hides my sadness
the hurt, the anger, and sadness consumes me
I don't know what I become into my own monster
and I cry because I don't know what I became
I try to cover up my sober because I don't want to be vulnerable
so I just keep inside my emotions until I don't want them to build up
I just wants to drown the other me into a tub full of water
but if I do this, I would kill the pure part of me,
I just leave it alone, until I am raging and worn apart
I pick up the pieces of what remains of me.
