crazy crazy

I lay in bed all day.

I’m lazy.

Empty day-dreaming all

afternoon…

it seems that evening

always comes too soon.

Late nights are never right

so…

I’ll swallow until I can’t

feel-

another self-inflicted

sleeping pill.

-I bury my head in pillows

and cry…

                at least until the blood

                is dry.

Dawn breaks and so do I.

I close my eyes -sigh- 

and wonder why,

in all my dreams