Tired

I'm so tired but I can't sleep Spent all night counting sheep I'm looking at the ceiling and questioning my being What am I doing with my life? At this age I'm supposed to thrive Why did I end up like this? I can't leave it as it is A blank stare into the room Only see the opaque gloom I'm restlessly rolling over in bed Yes, I should be sleeping instead What did I deserve this for? Honestly, I can't take it anymore Why am I overthinking everything? After all, it gave me nothing