I hate your guts.
Leaving you
is just a must.
I sleep to escape.
It doesn't work.
I twist and turn
A body jerk.
Wrestle with a blanket.
Wrestle with a thought.
My head, my chest,
my stomach is taut.
Take a pill.
Take some more.
Roll around the bed.
Pace about the floor.
What can I do?
When will it end?
Ready to say
goodbye my friend.
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