Insomnia

Anthony Hanible

Days 

Weeks 

Months 

Sorry 

I don't know what sleep is 

Doctors doesn't understand 

Testing me 

Trying to find ways 

To rest me 

On pills I go 

But 

I still don't know what sleep is 

Depressed 

I know about every spot on 

My ceiling 

My walls 

My TV 

Documents saying that I'm sick

No sleep 

Turned me into a bomb 

Wired for sound 

I scream 

I run around 

But 

I still don't know what sleep is 

 

 

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