Confessions of a Dying Insomniac

It’s 3:00 in the morning, yet I am still awake. I can’t sleep. I am dying… At first, I thought I could just go on with the day without enough sleep. I said I could manage with or without it. It wasn’t a big deal. It was not! And now I feel so weak, so tired… I’ve been enervated by this long ordeal. I searched for answers, "How would I heal?". But sleep had forgotten me, left me… and i would cease to exist. Where are you? I am your dying insomniac. I realized I made you feel less important. I realized you already got fed up with me. I realized how wrong I was. I realized this is for real. This isn’t a game. Please come back… Please… I am your dying insomniac. I want to sleep again.