Insomnia (Also low-key dark and drug poem)

I wake up in the morning
Already running out of time
Because I went to bed at 6 AM
And woke up at 8:09
I know it isn't healthy, I know it isn't good
I know, I know, I'm not doing what I should
Insomnia is a drug that I'm addicted to
I try to sleep, I'm not lying, it's true
If you just called my bluff then you'd be right
But now and then I do put up a fight
These sleepless nights do me nothing but harm
But I still stay awake with no need for an alarm
Nobody's noticed
Constantly living on two hours of sleep
It's destroying me but you won't hear a peep
It's driving me insane
But the drugs don't stop the pain
It's not just insomnia
But how red tears leads to a sense of euphoria
I'm a mess and I don't know how to stop
Living on adrenaline not stopping til I drop
Wanting someone to tell me to stop and that they notice
Because maybe that would be a shock enough to make me stop
But no one does