Insomnia, insomnia, I am not here!
Please let me sleep ’til the morning comes near!
What worse than thee in front of me tonight?
Disturb me, wake me, so I sleep not right,
Why wouldst thou do this to my confused head?
I’m nearly insane and soon I’d be dead!
Seest thou not what thou hast done to me, friend?
I know this sickness would comes to an end,
But when wilt the day comes shine upon me?
When will I can sleep like when before thee?
The Poems-in-my-mind Distributer! 
As an insomniac myself, I relate to this poem so much
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