Bedtime Story Poem by Adam Dumais

I cant remember the last time sleep came
I dont remember the last time I could weep
should I try and cry or simply break down and die
do you see what im trying to imply?
I dont know what to rely on theres nothing to fall back on
its harder and harder to keep on track
I think I lack the will to keep going
I can feel the mental crack widen,
thats when I start to feel detrimental again,
as my disdain for life grows, the mundane
starts to drive me insane thats when I finally ascertain
what needs to be done soon......
I think I'll do it under the moon
as I hum a mournful tune
waiting for the evening noon,
Ive hummed my mournful tune......