Sleep

When you cant seem to sleep at night,
because the stress is just eating at your mind.
And you know, that this body of yours has taken such a toll.

I can no longer tell the difference of what is just in my mind and what’s reality.
Whether it’s from the drugs, alcohol, or lack of sleep,
I’m just 2 parts broken and 3 parts fucked up.

But I really wish they knew.
I wish they knew how I deal with it all.
And if they knew my last resort was the sharp point of my paintbrush.
If they knew I painted delicate lines on the pale canvas of my skin.
If they knew how broken I really was, would they help fix me, and take my paintbrush away?

I love you with all of my tattered and shattered and beaten down heart.
I hate it when they push me away, because they are my only life support.

I don’t want to just paint anymore,
I don’t want to be a burden.

I just want to be happy.

I want to sleep.