i dont sleep.
not much.
not ever.
a few hours here and there.
when i manage to close my eyes.
and not be terrified.
of what my subconsious mind can conjure.
i dont sleep.
count sheep.
pop pills.
nothing works like they tell me it should.
fixes the fault in my brain.
that rips through my mind again and again.
that stops me from submitting to slumber.
i dont sleep.
i cant.
ive tried.
every night for as long as i remember.
the night holds me captive.
traps me eyes wide.
tired is my constant emotion.
i dont sleep.
i drift.
through the daytime.
my concentration constantly slipping away.
through the hole that was made.
in the side of my brain.
by a demon, a monster...insomnia.
i dont sleep.
but i live.
and endure.
in spite of my myriad of demons.
my load is lighter than some.
and until the day that they conquer me.
i will continue to say that i've won.
