"Go to sleep." They think.

"Go to sleep." They say.

I can't go to sleep, right now.

Although I am not refusing,

If I tried to explain,

they'd think that I was before I finished speaking.

If I lay down right now,

and I try to close my eyes,

I would began thinking.

Oh, great day.

Oh, great life.

Life? Life...you have no life.

Everyone else is meaningful.

You aren't...

My mind would attack me,

throwing stones at my attempt for a peaceful slumber.

My little phone is the pacifier that puts me to bed.

"That's what it is."

The idiot box is no better.

It is my phone times 50.

No one knows if it's my heart that decides it wants to beat like it's running from me,

or if a spirit tries to play tricks on me and release voices in the hallway -

voices that I think I hear.

Therefore, I cannot go to sleep,

until my eyes are completely worn out.