I am still counting sheep begging for one good night sleep
because I am begging to get all of this stress out of me
every night I’m crying so lonely no one is replying head on my pillow so no one will know
that currently i’m crying and weeping because I feel so alone I’m just so tired my life is so uninspired small I start at the ceiling looking for my one life quality like it is hidden in the plaster but there is nothing I have no hope
sometimes I am tempted to ask someone to pass me some rope
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