I use sleep to escape,

The dreadful feeling of being alive,

But my head seems to mixtape,

The bad memories I’ve had to survive.

One night it’s bliss,

The other I wish I was dead.

However, It’s hard to miss,

This disgusting feeling in my head.

When I’m awake I feel the same,

I want to just forget,

But It’s really just a shame,

To be trapped in this mindset.

In REM I lay,

Wishing for the day,

But when the day comes,

I’m back into my problems.