Sleep

i want to sleep
but it's as if my eyes don't want me to

The world does.
It covers me up and tucks me in.
It wants me to sleep.

Society hands me the pills.
They fill my mind with
tranquil thoughts.

They want to silence me.
"I need the rest."
Because there's something wrong with me.

I count the sheep
in their cosy barrel.
All it takes is one
and I am gone.

My worries are released
through the holes in me,
in the form of my blood.

Throughout my life they chanted,
"Close your eyes."
But now that I'm sleeping,
they call me weak
for not staying awake.