Poem Number 4

I wrote this poem last night when i was in the motel room. In case u cant tell from the poem i was feelin a bit lonely and crappy.

All alone
Once again,
If only this
Could be the end.
Too much noise,
It drives me mad.
Silence only
Makes sure i'm sad.
Tears, they fall,
They wet my cheek.
How long they'll last?
Perhaps all week.
Sleep, oh sleep,
When will you come?
Maybe you will
Once this life is done.