Sleeping with my eyes wide open

The TV's bright picture, reflects vibrantly against the posters and, frames hanging on my walls. The voices pierce my ears, waiting for me to turn over and watch. I can't sleep. Left, right, stomach, back, I flip. Never getting comfortable. My back hurts, my eyes are heavy and I need this. I haven't slept well in almost a week. I threw my red suede comforter to my right and slowly made my way to my carpet. Stepping on clothes, magazines, and what ever else lives on my carpet, I turned the TV off. Bad mistake. I was lost in the darkness engulfing my room. Immediatly I became alarmed and scared. I sprinted. Hoping to land on my bed. Instead, I slipped on a magazine, lost my balance, fell on a hanger, and hit my head on my amp. I let out a groan. Oh how I hate sleepless nights. I slowly climbed to my feet and, turned my TV back on. I sat on the edge of my bed, giving my pillow a few fluffs. I was finally comfortable. Drifting into an easy slumber; thoughts of him took over my mind. I woke up once more. This time my comforter was on the floor, my second pillow was thrown against my bathroom door, and I was out of breath. Another groan escaped my mouth. Determined to get sleep, I plugged in my Ipod. Soft, suthing, music traveled out of my enormous black speakers, just so quietly. Then, it hit our playlist. I immediatly bolted out of bed and, ripped my Ipod from it's chord. Angrily, I fluffed my pillows once more and went to bed unsatisfied. 5:36 AM. I woke up once more, pleading my eyes for more sleep. I tossed and turned knowing I had to be up in a short while. I couldn't take this. I couldn't take endless thoughts of you. 7:20. Woke up late, once again, you throw me off. Shoot me.