Insomnia Sleepings

I don't eat enough. I don't eat because I am not hungry, and I am not hungry because I am tired. Then sleep, would be helpful. I but insomnia is keeping me awake. The pills aren't working, either. Dad says that dinner is ready, but I am not hungry yet, I need to sleep first. Let the pills sink in and take over my body. My sight is blurring. Did I take too many pills again? Shit. I can't remember. The walls are tilting now, changing and morphing into laughing faces. The laughing faces of everyone I've never met, but wanted to know. Pointing fingers, accusations, hysterical laughs. Maybe I am asleep, this must all be a dream. Dad is yelling, now. Dinner, Chinner, Sinner. That's all I hear now. His yells and the people's laugh. Just a dream, just a dream. I'm safe in my chaotic dreaming. Safe from everything except my own pill-induced nightmares.