Sleep has been turned into this one thing I despise.
Since what's left of it is just a free time for my brain.
To rest, to not to think of anything at all.
Until my mind is completely shut down and I'm off to dream.
Days of remembering are over for me.
I'll wait for the sun to be finally awake.
With hopes of starting over,
I'm clinging to this one thing I thought was my home.
With all the disappointments in my life,
I'm actually thankful for everything that i have.
They happened for a reason,
and so did the consequences that come along.
Most days are boring.
Though, it always comes at the end of everything,
and I may be exhausted and weary,
I'd still hate my sleeping time.