pill i swallow.

sleep doesn't come easily.

with each breath I take, I question my purpose and my reason for existing.

if I'm questioning my own self, how can I ever fit in such a life.

my mind betrays me, more with every moment I lay awake.

yet sleep still doesn't greet me.

with each pill I swallow, I question if I need more.

I don't want death, I don't seek emptiness; yet I seek purpose, as I always have.

purpose that has still gone undiscovered.

so another pill I swallow.

praying for more.

praying for help.

I know I can't do it alone

so another pill I swallow,

hoping to find an answer; that consciousness can't answer.