Restless nights, I toss and I turn.
Sleep eludes me, my mind does churn.
I cannot sleep, I whisper in despair.
With each passing hour, I'm ensnared.
I will not sleep, my resolve unyielding.
In the darkness, my fears revealing.
Always haunted by the specter of tomorrow.
For I have nothing, just sorrow.
Perhaps it's easier when dreams await.
But for me, it's a relentless debate.
No job, no home, no studies to claim,
I am nothing, just a whisper of shame.
I yearned for something, to call my own.
To be special, to shine, not alone.
But time slipped by, dreams turned to dust.
And now I'm left with nothing but rust.