Sad night, I slept with a foul temper,
I woke up disappointed that I didn’t sleep forever.
The voices in my head wouldn’t stop arguing,
Constantly reminding me of dreams that are dying.
Finally, I fake-smiled my way out of bed,
Embarked on my daily routine with an ailing mind.
The thoughts left me while I was with people.
We laughed a lot, but happiness is little.
Anyway, I'm back to my four walls.
Reaching for my bed as my mood falls.
Sad night; going to sleep, still with this foul temper.
Woke up, this time on a mortuary stretcher.


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