Tears rolling down my cheeks like blankets to help my eyes sleep cause see,
My eyes havent tasted sleep My eyes drooping down low in hunger,
Waiting for a taste, like a bear, waiting for its prey.
But see, salty sweet tears are nothing but a distraction,
I thought they were blankets but it feels more like an alergic reaction
Because now Sleep is the father that left ten years ago, than came back expecting me to remember who he even was.
Sleep is now that one family member we dont really talk about Because,
When its become a daily routine to turn hours and hours of crying
And over thinking into your new best friend,
You start to forget who sleep even really was
Like I said, sleep, was the father who was supposed be there every night,
The father who tucks you in and makes sure youre alright
But... I mean who needs sleep when you've found a new best friend.
Sleep will come when it wants and my best friend will always be there
To help me sort out my pain, tears hitting my pillow case to make sure i am still awake
Sometimes I wish I knew how to get rid of my new best friend.
People keep telling me it isnt right that she only likes to call me up at 4am
She keeps saying "Oh you dont need your father! As long as you have me you've got everything you need."
Sometimes I believe her
But right now, I just really wish that I, could get some sleep
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Skeletons
Poetryeveryone has their skeletons, and now its time for those skeletons...to come out of the closet
