The sleeping pills stopped working
No medication to keep me asleep
I succumb to staring into the dark ceiling
I can't count the sheep
I don't know what I'm feeling

I force myself not to look for the blade
I look at what I've become
Look at the mess I've made
This is all so dumb
I'm just here, watching myself fade

This sickness is something I cannot mend
You try to help me
You try to defend
I've made a mess, can't you see?
This is a break, not a bend.
Not something we can fix over tea