I haven’t slept in 30 hours, and i don’t see it coming soon.
I cannot sleep, and i’m barely eating.
I feel like my whole body is made of wet sand,
and my skin is some cheap balloon,
I can see how my thoughts start,
like a spark in the middle of nowhere,
and end up right there, being less than nothing.
Insignificant amounts of wasted energy.
I feel the heaviness of sorrow and loneliness
on my back, like if i were carrying some cripple.
I see my patience like a wast field of absolute nothing.
I can feel how my voice breaks,
before it’s able to reach out.
Like a tree falling when noone’s listening.
I trade my voice for sorrow.
I let myself fall in love with depression.
That sweet, perfect, kind, seductive lack of dopamine.
It’s funny though…
It’s suppose that i should feel sleepy when i’m out of it!
But between you and I,
is that voice, HIS voice, the one that doesn’t let me sleep.