Sleep

Sleep is a good thing.
It takes away the sting.
Reality will disappear,
a peace it will bring.
Sleep is my escape today,
tomorrow I cannot say.
Razors, pills, or alcohol,
what will it be?
My only question here is was it so hard to see?
The pain is coming once again.
I cannot run away.
I'm not afraid of it anymore,
and now i'm here to stay.