my neck hurts

Tossing and turning
I lie awake
My synapses burning,
I struggle to drift
Against the current of an icy river
With a broken paddle and a wet piece of bread
I contemplate all that I've ever done and all I've ever said.
My tumbling thoughts are creating a rift
Between sanity, sleep
And my mind which roams free
I sense that my train of thought is a submarine
And its dived down too deep
No turning back now
I'm just an uncomfortable heap.
I'm consumed by my chaos
My joys and mistakes
Motherfucker,
I need sleep,
For fucksakes!