Insomnia

Something that begun at 11 ending at 28,
18 days in between became the regrets of my life.
Things wouldn't have turned out if paranoid was not in my dictionary.
I have no one to blame but myself for losing something I would learn to treasure.
For me, everything was just like a dream,
Everything happened so quickly and ended at the same pace,
How I wish I could just keep myself in this dream,
Never to wake up for me to start another dream.
You're the one who took my heart away,
And with your hands, you've crushed it apart.
Imagine the unbareable pain that I have to go through every night,
Rather to see you in my dreams, I rather be awake.
Insomnia I am.