Now I lay me down to fret and think of things i do regret, the places i have yet to be and all the guilt and shame in me. The days of pain and nights of tears the acts of cowardess throughout the years the lies I told to save my hide and all the rage i have inside. It is no wonder sleep escapes through a mind of turmoil and a heart that breaks. I only wish I could rest my soul from all the horrors that have taken their toll. Through counting sheep and taking pills, i still cannot escape my ills; and so I gaze as the sun does rise, and pray for all who cannot close their eyes.