I may never say it,
But some days I dread waking up.
I would never tell you,
But some days I want to hide under my sea of blankets and pillows.
It might be wrong to admit,
But some days I wish I could go back to sleep.
Some days I wait for Night to visit me again.
Some days I fear he will never show up.
Some days I wonder why the end of a day can feel better than the start.
Some days I wish I didn’t feel the pressure of daytime.
Some days I let it get the best of me.
Some days I feel like a helpless bystander.
Some days I know that I’m not always wanted.
Some days I remember what I don’t want to.
Even though I may never say it,
Some days I lay in bed a little longer.
Even though I would never tell you,
Some days I shut my eyes a little tighter.
Even though it might be wrong to admit,
Some days I pretend that it is time to sleep again.