Awake

there is no room for jealousy.
though i hate seeing you sleep so quietly.

the clock pounds my head in. chewing my lip becomes old.
i am too tired to read.
if my thoughts were to become amplified there would be noice complaints.

STAY STILL!
they stop-

but only for a moment untill they start running again.

this lifestyle becomes too much.
if my heart beats one tick faster i will sure be dead.

that is all i said-
for a thought in my head-
i picture me dead-
im loosing my thread-
unwinding in bed-
4am- not sleeping yet.
i will end.

x