Insomniacs Dreams.

[RainMan]

(This is a poem a girl wrote for me a long time ago.. I just found it today while i was cleaning out my room. It was a sheet of paper that she gave me when we were younger... I Posted this here because i wanted to see if you guys could see the emotion behind it like i did.)


Eight hours to myself,
to be alone and just think,
as I wait eagerly for the sun to rise,
and to wash away this loneliness,
that consumes me each night.

Why can't I just fall asleep quickly,
and forget about these memories
that continue to haunt me ?

Such a large burden to carry,
that has me thinking non stop.
Mistakes and regrets,
that are heavily engraved in my mind,
cause me this incurable insomnia.

Sometimes I question where I went wrong
and where I began to always think,
of these memories and thoughts.
How did I go from a careless happy child,
into a grown,stressed,teen ?

From music to sleeping pills,
I've tried every remedy.
But nothing can save me,
from this constant insomnic relapse ;

[Riggz]

the stress is clearly there... what did you do to home girl? Poor baby she looks like she wrote this at 3:00 in the a.m.