Insomniac

It's a quarter after two

And I'm still wide awake

I'm restless and anxious

And maybe a bit scared

I've always hated the dark

I've always hated being alone

'Cause I always hear the voices

And see the lurking shadows

In the corner of my eye

I can feel them wandering in my room

Whenever I turn off the lights

Or when my mom shuts the door

Is it the boogeyman? I think not

Or is it just my imagination?

No, I know they're real

For they haunt me each night

People around me say I'm crazy

No one ever believed me

They say I just wanted attention

When I said I needed help

It's half past two and I still can't sleep

I can feel sweat trickling down my cheek

The voices keep getting louder

The shadows keep coming closer

It's three A.M. and I'm still in the same state

I want it to stop, I want it to be quiet

I have no choice, this is the only way I know

I took the tool I hid in my pillow; all that's left is to pull the trigger