I used to think there were never enough hours in the day,
But these days it seems there are too many.
Morning comes like clockwork,
Forcing me to face the pain I hold within.
It used to be easy, hiding behind this facade,
But these days, I struggle.
Begging for nightfall before the sun has fully risen in the sky,
Craving the peace that only sleep can bring.
The nights are becoming shorter now,
With the swallow of every pill.
An act of self preservation.
For I fear if sleep does not come soon,
Courage may be lost and all hope abandoned in facing another day.