Why Can't You Sleep?
Why Can't You Sleep?
Why can’t I sleep?
WHY can’t I sleep?!
Let’s see how well you sleep with a gun pointed at your head.
Let’s see how well you sleep with a knife slicing your wrist.
Every waking moment a torrent of thoughts, fantasy, dreams, and emotion collide in my head creating confusion, a constant cacophony of contentment, resentment, and mortal condition with cracks, all culminating at night while I lie on my back.
You ask me why can’t I sleep, well just step in my head. There you’ll find a full scale attack. Then we’ll see how well you sleep you little
Somniac!
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