Hell

Hell is before I fall asleep after I lie on my bed....

Thoughts try reaching you,

Eyes fills tears,

Throat turns heavier,

lips go cross,

Tongue dries away,

Struggle to breath,

Hands turn into hammers,hit my head  so cruelly,listening to my inner conscience,which keeps shouting "stop crying bastard"

A big cover on my bed turns into a kerchief,wiping away tears as soon as they reach pillow....

lights get on as if to check me for my stunts and people could see me smiling....

Question I get is "YOU ARE STILL AWAKE?"

I nod,thinking I need only death to have a happy sleep..