Sleepless Poem by Adrian Shorey

My life it drags me down, or to say it wears me out,
The pain doesn't go away no matter how much I scream and shout,
Bad things happen, good things happen, topped off with disaster,
Brought to my knees again and again, each time giving in faster,
In my opinion I can take a great deal of pain and sadness,
Yet as it builds up I'm not quite sure if I can last this,
Whether I'm 'weak' or 'strong' I've got no idea,
I get weaker but I can't rest, possibly insomnia,
One thing I do know is that being me, nobody **should** even care,
That I'm so sleepless so the only thing I'll ever have are nightmares...