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Sleep is hard to find within myself...

My brain screams from over exhaustion

And my body aches from no sleep

The medicine-induced sleep that I know so well..

Isn't really sleep...

Just more like a black-out...

No dreams or fresh-new feeling when I wake up...

Just the same old aching as before I blacked-out...

Like I didn't even fall asleep at all..

The medication is not meant for sleep..

Nor am I supposed to take it for sleep...

I shouldn't be taking it at all...

But I still have half of a bottle left...

Anti-depressants...

Maybe if I swallowed the rest..

I would feel something that I haven't in a while..

I'd overdose...

I'd die of happiness.