Rest time at bed time is not always the best time 

When I can't sleep.. they say to count sheep 

 

But my sheep don't help me  they keep me awake 

My eyes scared to close incase my soul they take 

I know it's an exercise to rest one's mind

My sheep in my head are not very kind 

 

I try to count them jump as they say 

Some of them run in the opposite way 

 

Some are too small and jump and clash heads

They're cut and they're bleeding and white wool turns red 

It's sad and frustrating and I'm unable to help 

Instead of the baa sound these sheep scream and yelp 

 

The big ones are mean and they ram with their horns 

They kill all the weak ones and hurt the new borns 

Then after hours of those graphic scenes 

I slip in to sleep land for horrific dreams

 

I'm scared and I'm lonely and can not get out 

And no sound will come out as I try to shout 

 

I'm fighting and losing my body inactive 

I feel hopeless and paranoid and so unattractive 

 

Bed times surrounded with dark dreads and fears 

I dont always remember but wake saddened in tears 

 

Other times I'm drifting feels like I'm watched 

Night sweats and terrors oh when will this stop 

 

Sleep time for others for granted they take 

The best thing bout sleep time is when I awake