Lunatic Insomnia

It's 3:42 Thursday morning
I can't sleep
Something is bothering me
Thought I had a friend I could call in times like these
But it seems that friend is way too busy for me
Even though, when with me, they're never too busy for everyone else
3:45 and the torment slips in
Do I cry? Keep calling? Get angry?
Or try to go to sleep?
Here I am writing, giving myself reason to stay awake
Trying to show insomnia who's boss
But I'm still thinking, what a friend
I'm shaking my head, recalling all those times anyone has ever said to me,
"You can call me anytime, whenever you need a friend."
Well, I need one now but the only reliable ones are this paper and pen
And they are not human, they are managed by me
Essentially, I am my friend
My only true friend
While all others fail miserably
I give up on them, and like a mad lunatic
Talk to my only friend, myself