Ravings

It is 1 p.m. and I'm still in bed.
Oh the pain in my head!
No reason to rise.
Paralyzed.
If I continue to lie here, how long til I die?

I've lost it, something I never had.
Sad.
Mad.

Too Bad.

If only I could turn my life around...
I try, but I drown.
In sorrow, in pain, no longer sane.

What is sanity anyway?
Certainly not a cure.
That I know for sure.