Awake In My Bed

Another dark morning 

awake in my bed

Things that I dread going on in my head

Again I can't sleep

Not feeling well

Inside my own Hell

with no one to tell

Dim is the light, as if it were night

I pray in despair that it turns out alright 

It's easy to see and it's no mystery that a broken gray ceiling is staring at me

I try to explain but I'm stuck in my pain with nothing to gain

yet here I remain

My thoughts gaining pace like I'm running a race but I cannot replace what my head won't erase 

Lost and alone in the confines of home

My minds on the roam as I'm rhyming this poem

Trying my best with

no one to impress 

Is this some kind of test?

Can I stop the unrest?

Feeling quite sad 

that I'm not even mad

Right now I'm just scared

cause I'm so damb impaired 

Things that I dread going on my head

Another dark morning awakes in my bed