I hate having insomnia.
My only relief was coffee.
Working till this evening.
As I wish I was sleeping.
Drinking Mountain Dew
Wish this day were through.
My bed keeps calling me,
But forced to face reality.
My tired eyes are rebelling.
While brain keeps yelling.
Tonight, whiskey to sleep.
I've run out of damn sheep.
Time is slowly dragging on,
And all my caffeine is gone.
Ready to end this damn day,
And sleep exhaustion away.
Counting down the minutes.
Pushing myself to the limit.
Tonight better be good to me.
Sleep better not be a fantasy.
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