When you get into bed
And close your eyes
All the things you cannot hide
Disappear into the night
Like a faulty headlight
But do they stay away?
Oh no, when you wake up
They come back to play
Like the night never came at all
So you sleep a little more
Then minutes turn into hours,
And hours turn into days
You're wasting away
The bed you call home
Was a trap all along
That dangerous addiction
Doesn't come with a prescription
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I guess you're talking depression . I guess I had that addiction to sleep one time when I was in college . I would sleep up to class time , come back to my dorm and sleep between classes . Then when classes were over I would sleep until the next day . You miss a lot of meals that way , lose weight , get thin . All of your friends don't know you . You're just a slim stranger to them .
Yeah, I had a similar experience. Thanks for commenting.
I have times where I'm so tired and I want to sleep so bad but my mind races and races and it takes forever to fall asleep. Then I fall asleep and wake up threw out the night. But I could lay in bed for days. Just doing nothing eating nothing. The bed is such an addictive place. I really like the last rhyme. It's so true 🌞
Thank you for your input. Sleeping is a popular coping mechanism for depression.
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