Sophomore Insomnia

I want the comfort of the morning But the darkness and silence of the night I crave unfiesable things Just to be able to sleep at night I just want to really dream Unconiously. Escape from the confinement Titled reality Because yes I am a realist But only because it was forced unto me There is no room for dreams For girls like me There is no room at all And I knew it because I cannot breathe.   The comfort of the mourning And motivation of spite. Constantly confused whether I am Ungreatful or if I simply deserve more I deserve the world But I can not be a slave to my own ego Hypocrytical   But once I get my dream Once I have one to recieve It'll be gaping and wide And they'll be empty as foreseen I'll have it all I'll be on tv screens With the men of their dreams screaming at me Begging me on their knees And they'll be gawking. Staring at the screen And I'll look once at camera two Feeling the absolute need To look back at those girls Who all broke my heart at once And left it in the sand and dust And didn't bother to just let me bleed But let me simmer. I crave the night sky With no harm done. I crave a night where i Can fall asleep at once. With the comfort that the morning brings But it needs to be dark. I need to dream.