May 11, 2017

It is 1:43 A.M.

My eyes burn from the exhaustion,
And my lungs feel weak,
Like I’ve been smoking a pack a day
My entire life.

Numbness has taken over my body
Finding every nook and cranny
And making them slaves
To my lousy existence.

My eyes are heavy, begging for sleep
And my bags will tell the story,
But my mind won’t stop,
And Oh God it hurts.

I have four hours
Seventeen minutes
And twenty three seconds
Until I should be awake,
But my mind won't shut down
And all i want to do is sleep.

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