Depressed Poems or whatever it might be

7

A neon blue,
A pastel pink,
Blood red dye,
I start to sink.

A pool of light,
Smashed to black.
I lost the time,
But still on track.

It doesn't happen but you feel,
The need to succumb to an unconscious state.
And you lay there for hours stuck with your thoughts,
Wondering how a simple thing as sleep is such a big deal.

So I'll swim in this dark.
Where I can't follow others actions,
And I'm left in this state.
Not asleep, not awake,
A time where nothing is perceived as real.

There is no fix,
No cure to help.
My eyes burn holes in the walls.
Every glimmer of light scars my vision.
And I try to escape.

But I'm left in this state.
Not asleep, not awake,
A place where every memory flashes by and tears open old scars.

Facing it is not an option for I'm not awake.
Fleeing is not an option for I can't sleep.
I'm stuck with nothing but myself,
The most evil of beings to roam in my head.