Time to go to bed,
Just five more minutes,
You need to sleep,
Just five more minutes,
You need to sleep or you will die,
Just five more minutes.

Wake up!
Just five more minutes.
Wake up!
Just five more minutes.
WAKE UP YOU WILL BE LATE!
Just five more minutes please.

Five more minutes that my mind could’ve wandered.
Five more minutes that I could’ve reflected on the day.
Five more minutes that I could’ve planned everything I would say tomorrow.
Five more minutes that I could’ve thought about life.
Five more minutes that I could’ve plotted to ask a girl to a dance.
Five more minutes that I could never get back.
Five minutes that I could’ve laid awake.

Sleeping doesn’t come easy,
Laying awake for hours upon hours,
10:30 bed time.
Thinking, thinking,
Rushing, rushing,
Its a race and each thought is a starting line,
A starting line of a race that never ends,
One thought breaks down, falls over,
Another one joins in,
Please just let me sleep.

Sometimes it is thoughtful, sometimes it is barren.
Lost in thought, or lost in a world of nothing.
Either way it doesn’t matter, I am probably not sleeping.
You think of everything, everything keeps you awake.
Questions, questions, questions about anything.
What if the bookshelf fell on me?
I wonder if there are bugs in here?
What happens if a murderer gets in?
Do you think that girl likes you?
What if one of my friends dies?
Does God exist?
Where are beds made?
How do you do this?
How do they do that?
How does this work?
Why does that happen?

Questions that I do not know the answer to.
Questions that plague me.
Questions that ultimately will kill me.
Questions that I will ponder and ponder,
Keeping my eyes open for another second, another minute, another hour,
I will question everything searching searching searching searching for the answer,
The search will continue, and prove endless,
Every night, I ask the question again and again and again, then one day I will no longer be living and no longer be able to find the answer.

Feeling around in the world of my brain,
It causes a disease that curses my sleep,
A disease that will keep my eyes open,
A disease that will keep me from doing the easiest thing, shutting down and doing nothing at all.
The thoughts will only fuel the disease,
Making it stronger and stronger,
Eventually making no cure in sight.

I’m too cold.
I’m so hungry, I wish I ate more.
There is too much hate in the world.
I wish I could do something about it.
I am too small to do anything.
Maybe if I end it all, I won’t have to think about hate I can’t control.
No you can’t end your life, you have stuff to look forward to.
Ok, that’s true I won’t end my life.
I am so hungry.
Why is it so hot, I shouldn’t have so many blankets.

You try to cope but there is no way,
Sleep never comes, no matter what you do,
This hibernation that I don’t endure,
Winter will never come,
I will stay awake in summer forever,
Just a dream would start it all,
But into a dream you will not fall.
If I go to the bathroom I can fall asleep.
All I need is a drink and I can fall asleep.
Maybe if I remove a blanket sleep will come.
Less clothing is better right?
I would be more comfortable if I had more clothes on.
Possibly I can cry myself to sleep.
If I touch myself, for sure sleep will come.
When I close my eyes, I most definitely will fall asleep soon.
Eyes water, eyelids fall, but sleep still does not arrive.
Body aches, clock ticks, but sleep will never enter my body.

I long for the warmth of the sun,
A long summer day,
The world with no worries,
My world where all I can do is stay awake,
The sun.
OH no no no no no.
The sun.
THE SUN!
THE SUN IS UP!
The sun is already up, and you didn’t sleep.
It is already time to get ready for the day.
Your eyes and arms are heavy.
The circles under your eyelids are larger and larger everyday.

Time for school.
Not paying attention,
Not giving a care,
The new challenge is to not fall asleep,
Class is boring,
Sleep starts to outweigh everything,
The sleep that was not there before, but arrives at the most inappropriate of times.

People start to ask if you are ok,
If everything is alright,
They tell you that you look sad,
Tell you that you look like you are depressed,
They assume something is wrong,
They ask and ask again,

And no I am not ok,
Yes I get it I look depressed,
Yes I know that I look tired,
Yes I am tired,
No I am not ok,
For the millionth time I am not ok,
So please stop asking and LET ME REST!