Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken

Insomnia

I woke up today
3 am again
Just like yesterday
The night somehow ended up becoming my day
I've been daydreaming about happy endings
The only way I seem to get them these days
I use my fingers as brushes, pens
My mind a blank canvas I can always paint
Cover it with art
Ornament it with little broken pieces of me
Pitiful pieces composed of me
The darkest mind
Shines too bright
In the middle of the night
Even my dog hates me
When I'm dreaming of sunshine
She barks until I wake up