Insomnia

Looking for sleep but I can't find him
Counting sheep has never helped me
Since my eyes doesn't close my soul opens
Whether for good or bad I'm focused
Parents don't want to notice
I have a problem when it comes to sleep
Not to mention sleep paralysis
Dreams constant in my subconscious
It's messing with my conscience
No more sleeping patterns
I don't know why I own a mattress
Battling demons and sleepless nights
My mind needs to shine through the dark times

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