The Haze

Day One.
My eyes are heavy, along with my head.
I want nothing more than to meet the inside of my eyelids, to steal maybe just a wink of sleep before I have to continue living.
Day Two.
Living is a burden on no sleep.
Brain sluggish, thoughts erratic.
Sleep.
Knock me out, please.
I can't stand this buzzing inside my head anymore, it's hell.
I'm living in hell.
Day Three.
I'm giving up, on all that I am, and all that I was.
I can't remember why I held on so long.
When was the last time I smiled?
This is too hard.
The haze just keeps on building.
I can't see.
Let me be.
I need to sleep.