Insomnia

In agony I writhe in the comfort of my sheets
It's more than just another sleepless night to me
It's a night I recall happening every night for months.
The sheets won't come any higher over my head
And I'm stuck, face in the pillows, screaming.
I can't remember having this feeling in over a year.
I claw at my bed spread tearing holes in it's surface
I reach for my favorite stuffed animal, gripping it tightly
Crying out for anyone to hear me and help me.
I've felt so heartless without tears lately,
but tonight I can't even try to hold them back.
My eyes are like a cup filled to the brim and overflowing.
The only way I know how to turn it off is to fall asleep
but sleep isn't easy when I'm like this.
It's almost the last thing I'm able to manage to do.
I curl into the fetal position under the covers and try anyways.
It seems useless, but I've never considered myself an insomniac.
Sleep is for the weak and I'm beyond weak a this point.