What Keeps Me Up At Night

When there is nothing I can say, 

words just lose meaning 

and I've been thinking, 

what keeps me up at night? 

Tear ducts are spoiled 

and the sun keeps me alive, 

just one more time. 

While locked inside, 

I left, but did not cry. 

Focus broke and time was wasted. 

It seemed every day 

I found something more I hated. 

Every time I start dreaming, 

of things I left 

and hope I'm needing. 

It's different now 

than it was before 

and forgetting makes me think 

of what I can afford. 

To give it up 

is a deed that's done, 

but a lie was kept 

so I still run.