Having thought it was once an escape,
How naive of me .
Now im left fighting with my sleep ,
Just to survive through the night ,
Feeling weak ,
As the memories creep ,
When the night is at its peak .
Once a sweet remedy,
Now a burnt out parody ,
The unfamiliar melody,
As i struggle to find my own true identity.
To once have an escape ,
Now only left with a facade ,
Unable to stay awake .
1st April 23
