Poor sleep

And I’m going to bed again
looking for the sleep I’ve lost.
I may have lost my direction,
I surely lost the purpose with
life. I indeed don’t want to die
and I surely don’t want to live.
All I ask for is one good night’s
sleep and it’s not given to me.

 
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