Without Sleep, Theyre Nightmares

Sleep…I remember those days when i was able to fall asleep..listening to his breathing. Those days when Skye would lay next to me and her body would keep me warm. Those same days when i had no choice but to drift into a deep sleep because hanging out with my friends…and him…would tire me out. Sleep…sly sleep..escapes me now. Leave me with nightmares still…fully awake. I see their faces. I hear their voices…i smell them..just like in the dreams that once brought me joy. Without sleep…without them…those memories become nightmares..and daymares..and thoughts of suicide..but it isnt suicide..its eternal sleep. As I type she lies beside me…but i cant touch..she’ll fade away. I hear his voice on my phone beside me…it isnt real..i hear only the times he was nice to me…when he loved me..and i cry..because these dreams without sleep are nightmares and im just so tired…it isnt suicide..its eternal sleep..sweet, evil, sleep.