I Can't Sleep

My body is weary, and soul is tired.
I feel like my limbs have been hammered into pulp,
and could hardly will to do anything.
Yet, I lie here, wide-eyed as the mind runs off
on thoughts concerning the many things I wish to understand.
What is wrong with me?
Is the pursuit of happiness that difficult?
Why relationships I long for the most seem impossible?
Does everything need to be a choice?
Is sacrifice inevitable?
Lost and cold, I long to cuddle up like a child in the embrace of a loving parent.
I find myself lost in my thoughts and deep in prayer.
Why is it so difficult to be just me?