day one hundred thirty-six: afraid to go to sleep.

afraid

to sleep

to shut my eyes

afraid

i'll meet

my own lies

inside my head

there's no disguise

for what i'm feeling

here tonight

i'm

afraid

of loving

of losing

of dreaming

but at the same time

i'm so

compassionate

i've lost myself

somewhere in the dreams

so how does it make sense

to be afraid to love

but compassionate

to be afraid to lose

but to have lost myself

and to be afraid of dreaming

but to be living a dream?

it doesn't

and that's me

i'm afraid to go to sleep.