I want to sleep.

I'm not tired, but I want to sleep.
To drift into the land of nothingness.
To no longer feel the pain I'm in.
To easily cry softly, with no one hearing.
To the safe haven of my mind.
All I want is sleep.

I'm not mad, but I feel the passion in my heart.
The annoyance in my mind.
I hear my tongue growing sharper.
I hear the edge in my voice.
I feel my brows angling downward.
But no, I'm not mad.

I'm sorry, but I can't say it.
It's on the tip of my tongue.
It's not hard, only 2 words.
I know I should say it, because I do mean it.
I feel it, coming out, trying hard at that.
But no, it's not being said, nor heard.

I am sad, and I am crying.
There's nothing holding me back.
It's there, laid for all to see and hear.
I cry, because for once, I'm able to.

I'm want to sleep, but I'm not tired.