Samxiety

Everyday my thoughts and fears,

Start out the size of a dime,

Throughout the day they differ,

With deeper consumption of mind,

I try to wear my poker face but,

Somehow I end up crying,

I beg and plead for sleep at night,

But they have no concept of time,

Some nights are worse than others,

Some nights I feel just fine,

I'm really so tired of counting sheep,

My brain is so tired of trying,

I deeply wish the thoughts would stop,

Slow down relax and unwind,

But I feel as though I've lost control,

Like my sanity is not rightfully mine,

They come and leave like thieves in the night,

Committing sad unthoughtful crimes,

I just can not take it I'll fight and refuse,

It's time that I draw a line!

On the nights I don't sleep,

My conscience just screams

I'd say wake me up, but it's not just a dream

It's real fucking life

And it is what it seems

The thought of you has fucked me up bad

And now my conscience is all disesteemed.