A poem I wrote.

Can't sleep,
To paranoid,
Trying to use time to fill the void,
Trying to remember what I did or said,
To stop the racing thoughts inside my head,
Oh so long ago,
When my thoughts were clear and slow,
Pure and white as snow,
Light and free from sin,
Before I had to worry,
About what I had to win,
About what I had to lose,
About whether I wanted to smoke,
Drink booze,
Hey,
But what do I have to lose,
Right,
At least that's what they say,
The thoughts inside my head,
Oh those racing thoughts that never go away,
That tempt me,
Then join the dead,
Vacant stare,
Thats plastered on my face,
To chase away the fear I have of losing all control,
Of falling to pieces,
Of no longer being whole,
Oh how close I have come to such a fate,
Of losing myself and succumbing to hate,
To falling asleep to never awake,
To never arise,
Just simply by going to sleep,
By closing my eyes.