Sleep

'You should sleep. The dreams won't bother you again, I promise. I'm here.'

I don't sleep much. I'm awake for more than 20 hours each day. Sleep doesn't come. I lie down, and stay awake for hours on end. My thoughts don't shut themselves off easy. My mind's clouded.

'You DO need sleep. Just let go. I'll stay here as long as you don't fall asleep, okay?'

I have nightmares. My past bothers me. All the people I've let down, all the promises I've broken and all the trust I've lost finds refuge in my head. I wake up screaming with no one to hear me out. I still survive.

'You'll get sick this way. This is not good for your health!'

My mind's more important to me than my body. Bodies are wearisome. They let you down when you need them the most. Your mind, on the other hand, is the only true friend you have. It never leaves your side. My mind doesn't need sleep. It's functioning well, thank you.

'Sleep for me? Please?'

It's not this easy, silly girl. If it was, I wouldn't be as troubled as I am. Why are you bothered with me anyway? Mind yourself. I'm not listening to you. I don't sleep.

'I love you.'

I sleep.