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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Health >> ID #1843962  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Tired
My issue with insomnia.
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I am so tired of sleeping with him every night
He does his thing and never treats my body right
I swear he hates me and doesn't care about me
He very rarely shows me an ounce of sympathy
He's controlling and he regularly keeps me awake
I really don't know how much more I can take
I close my eyes but you're loud like percussion
I swear it's like sleep apnea is your very close cousin
You're separated from pillow because you never touch her
I really wish you would so that sleep could occur
I'm thinking of cheating on you with a sleeping pill
Because this constant lack of sleep is making me ill
Your apathy for my health is very unappealing
And I'm sick of you not caring for my feelings
I stare at the ceiling trying to count sheep
All because you refuse to let me get some sleep
Go mess with someone else; I'll allow you to cheat
Go find another person that you can mistreat
I promise I won't nag, I promise to not complain
Your absence in my life is what I'm trying to attain
I'm 29 years old but feeling like I'm 80
Your presence tires me out like I'm an old lady
As I stare through the window, the sky slowly lightens
And this is the point where my mood quickly darkens
Now I have to trudge along on absolutely no sleep
And you're nowhere to be found, you cowardly creep
You make me irritated and lazy, agitated and slow
I'm drained because I have no "get up and go"
I can't enjoy the day because my body's so tired
Before I met you, I was always so wired
Always out and about doing things and being seen
Now I'm a hermit laid in front of the flat screen
Somehow, you weaseled your way into my life
Causing me all kinds of mental and physical strife
I'll kick that jerk to the curb one day
But until then, insomnia is here to stay.
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