My dry eyes and aching body long for rest in any possible way.
My legs won't move even if I command them to, my whole body seemingly numb,
On these restless nights all I can ever seem to do is pray for my salvation to come.
My mind wraps itself around the darkness now, dark thoughts are soon to follow,
My eyes have been open all night but are as good as closed, for behind them is only hollow.
I console myself with yesterdays good times, but those were only few,
Then my foolish heart gets in tune with my head, and in come thoughts of you.
Silly, isn't it? All these years and still the same dreams,
The ones we never talk about that end in cold sweats and screams.
Night after night I lay here and wonder "Will tonight be the night I get to rest?"
Allow me to consult everyone else on this matter, for it seems they know me best.
I am determined to end this torment, and if I fly or if I fall,
I will have beaten it and overcome this depression, once and for all."
-Lauren Simpson
11-23-03