I can't stop

I can't stop writing, even after my inspiration is gone and all my words are variations of all that's been said before.

I can't stop myself from the temptation. My will is growing weak and I'm beginning to question if I'm indeed insane.

I can't stop dreaming that one day I'll find that love that's been haunting my waking thoughts, as they increase due to my insomnia. My eyes are tired, my muscles ache, but I can't sleep no matter how hard I try.

I can't stop my racing mind, though it has nothing left to say. I wish I could stop. See the red light. I wish I could just close my eyes and actually fall asleep rather than open them moments later in pained defeat. I just wish I could rest awhile.