Sometimes, I can't sleep at night.

When things get really bad in my head, it refuses to turn off. Sometimes I write, sometimes I draw, and sometimes I just lay there and cry until I am so tired I fall asleep without knowing it. Tonight, I have been writing. Here's what I've got:

Don’t sing me to sleep

When the words mean nothing

And your mind is as blank

As that look in your eye

Don’t hold me so tightly

When your muscles are slack

As my grip on all this

Is weakening fast

Don’t smooth out my hair

With the touch of a lover

When your heart is so cold

Leaving nothing for me

Don’t press your lips

To the back of my hand

Making so many promises

That are already broken

You promised to give me the whole world

You gave me a tiny wooden globe

With all of the capitals carved in

And laughed like it was a good joke

You swore to be with me always

You gave me a picture to carry

With our faces bright and happy

And hoped it would be good enough

You said I was the most important

You gave me the white ribbon

With a golden three printed

And said I should have tried harder

You told me I was safe with you

You coaxed me into divulging

With tear stains on my cheeks

And you told the world my secrets

You claimed I was your only

You ran away with the one before

With my emotion in your pocket

And you think you did nothing wrong

Sometimes, my life is a soap opera

And it's not even a very good one

The cast is too small

The acting is terrible

The plot is paper thin

And no one is very pretty