It's the same each and every night.
Glare at my screen with two big bloodshot eyes.
I'm stuck self-torturing; my meds are failing me.
Internal clock in smithereens.
Can't fix this, I'm hopeless.

My eyes are stapled open wide,
As I lay down on my side.
I am bouncing off these walls.

Notice my hands begin to twitch.
Unprovoked assaulting of my conscious wit.
Me and the TV are enemies.
Sickening static surrounds my mind.
I'm losing time, and realizing that
After days of thought that I'm
Stuck self-torturing; my meds are failing me.
Internal clock in smithereens.
Can't fix this, I'm hopeless.

My eyes are stapled...