Sleepless in Bellevue

Sitting here by myself,
I feel so lonely tonight
Don't see the time or the moment
when I'll get out of my plight

The bed is cozy, pillow is soft
but now i don't feel so sleepy
Those wierd thoughts keep recurring,
my god it feels so creepy

"Tomorrow will be nice", I tell myself
"better things will be in store"
But I know its going to be, not so different,
I've been through this before

Closed my eyes, switched off the light
Counted dimes to nickels to penny
three million sheeps, four billion moons
Guys, this is definitely not funny

My life is psyched up, no point in living
Its like the book by Sigmund Freud
Cut out to be just like my limerick
Not only boring but A void !!

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** No, I didn't mean anything written in this poem...
Yes, there is a reason why I wrote it..
No, I am not going to explain it..
Yes, you deserve a give-away clue : lipogram