Sleep calls to me.
It whispers to me, oh so gently it whispers to me.
Every waking hour is pain and exhaustion.
I cannot remember when I did not feel this need for it.
Forced laughter, wide smiles and fleeting excitement.
Can they not see the pain? How can they not see?…
Of course they can’t.
I have covered it up like a woman applying makeup to hide the flaws she has created in her mind.
Sleep. I crave it so deeply, every waking moment I wish to just curl in a ball and shut out the world.
Perhaps I could induce a coma? that would be pleasant…blessed senselessness.
Sleep. I scream for it. Scratch furrows in the wall in my longing.
But the pain has delved too deep. I cannot get it out. It wont get out. GET IT OUT.
There I am, in the dark, staring at the ceiling again.