Bags beneath her eyes,
And skin completely pale,
Hatred for the day and hatred for the night,
And happiness seems out of sight.
And sometimes completely aware,
Not getting enough sleep is her only despair.
She tries her best,
But the moment she lays,
She gets lost in her thoughts maze,
Thinking about the things she did.
Her heart constantly craves,
For the dreams she has never seen,
Waiting for the day,
When she will sleep without any pain.