Above These Haunting Sheets

I close the lights, yet my head flashes just as bright.

Showing the poor scenarios from the sick reality called my life.

I put weights in blankets, yet my body is still frantic,

Dissociating from the disaster, then my heart beats faster.

The sun creeps, and everyone gets to leave,

yet I lie above these haunting sheets.

It glues me down and tempts my mind.

After all, it is sick and tantalized.

The desire to exist gets washed away,

I mean, do I really have a reason to stay?

The sun creeps, and another morning arrives.

I really would do anything for one of those smiles.

Frustration builds up, and I don't know why.

Why am I so messed up, yet everything is fine?

It is not like I miss a limb, or an eye,

I just miss a wonderful life.

A life I would've had promised myself,

If I was alright,

One where everything just rhymes,

One where perfection lies,

If only that was what money buys?

But by then, I have to stay asleep,

Laying still

Above these haunting sheets.