Sonnet: I

I can't sleep

I have no dreams, I only have nightmares

There is no relief

There is no release, and it's like no one here even cares

But all of this grief is just mental

Bottled up, It has no potential

Only to rip and tear at my soul

My conscience my heart at this point is all supplemental

Flesh it out I really think not the best idea

Tears will fall like waterfalls in an endless void

I wanna see how many times they will fain caring

Understand I understand their depth is miniscule