My Troubled Nights

A poem my daughter wrote about trying to deal with the death of her daughter

I lay down at night trying to sleep.
I close my eyes and begin to weep.

My life is falling down right before my eyes..
To wish it was a dream, would be nothing but a lie.

I take some pills to help me rest.
All I can do is wish for the best.

This feeling I have of depression and stress,
It's getting to me, it's all just a mess.

The world around me is not full of laughter.
All I wanna do, is live happily ever after.

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