R.I.P.-

Sleep is for the weak
And I am
Night has become a daunting task

Sitting in the darkness
Fretting about the day
Hours ticking by

Eyes peeled open
Brain fully exhausted
Rest in peace isn't here

Tossing, turning, yearning
What beautiful dreams are waiting?
I'll never know

Depleted, defeated
I am tired
Another night wasted, gone

Sleep is for the weak
And I am
But get none