Can't sleep,
Slowly forgetting how
To breathe.
Blurred vision makes
It hard to see
What's real.
Can't speak,
The aching in
My chest is choking
Me.
My cries becoming
Balled into a fist down
My throat.
Can't remember
Why I started writing
This.
If it was the tears
streaming down my face,
Or the aching in my chest
For just one moment
of rest,
Or the insomnia
That causes flashbacks;
Can't tell my dreams
From nightmares
Or daydreams from
You.
I still can't sleep
And breathing
Isn't my forte.
I don't know if this is
My dreaming or if I'm really dying.
And who's to say its not both?