I'm sleepy.

I start thinking of impossible worlds.

...

I get back to reality.

I do not get the message.

I feel bad.

I look with hope.

I get nothing.

I hold my head with my hands.

I close my eyes.

I wish this to be a dream, and I long yo wake up. Soon.

I open my eyes.

I see nothing new.

I know there is something new.

... 

I feel sick.

I want to have a drink.

I am sad.

I want to cry.

I feel like crying.

I am sad.

I am depressed. 

I let my face fall in the pillow.

I cry.

I curse the world.

I sleep with my wrists wet of blood.

I do not wake up. Ever.