#kkmg

Sleep is fickle, as she evades me most nights. I rarely even put up any fights. Because until she decides to cast her spell, there is no prediction of what story she wants to tell. She sometimes makes someone who you've longed for appear, but sleep can also turn that into your greatest fear. So I wake and I realize in a bed empty that...

There's no one there to calm the nightmares down

The ones that terrify me and cause me to drown

I screamed and cried with no one by my side

There's no one there to fight the demons away

The ones that stalk me and chase me down like prey

I begged and pleaded but that only left me more defeated.

There's no one there to give my mind a break

The ones that let me wander and feel alive like songs by Drake

I wondered and waited only to be left feeling more jaded.

No friend, not even a foe, to remind me I'm not entirely alone. So I lay back down and start all over, only to be left with a bad sleep deprivation hangover. Because sleep is fickle with me but I guess at least the nightmares mean I have slept. I just always thought I'd have someone there on the rare occasion it was the reason I wept.