Exhaustion

Would it be at all ignorant to accept the misery and misreality

that comes with oblivion?

those ever tormented stepping stones

leading my wretched way to wretched places

because the insanity that comes with stress

is the anniversary of the oppressed

Feeling like there’s sorrow

in a tomorrow

that I’ve convinced myself might never come

for the fun of insomnia

keeps me awake at night

Stress looms

ready to bleed me of exhaustion

and wash me in

to torment and tempt me with its anguish

the anguish I thought I would never have access to

But now, oh crikey

sanity is a distant memory

like a dream destination

that I know I’ll never be able to afford

Because in this day and age

beauty sleep is just

a number

And now lethargy is measured

in the number of creases under ones eyes

the shades of grey of the bags that hang

like a scarecrow

under ones eyes

And those eyes

drooping from the adventures that the day brought

and those thoughts of stress

to digress myself

from what really matters

And to be honest now

my sanity is what really matters

my grades are a distant thought lurking yet looming

in the darkest of places within that excuse of a brain

My sanity claws at the edges of my chest

begging to be ripped out

gnawing away at my heartstrings

searching for the weakest one

And if someone was dared to act as a deterrent

to refer those people who need to be cared for

to the sweet, sweet home of crimson love

and misguided guidance

slowly but surely withering in the clouds and beyond

then the world would be at peace; I

would be at peace.