my poems sucks

Let's start the year with a sad tone. Don't you know baby I've been having trouble sleeping lately Sleeping two to three hours maybe Cause of my neverending anxiety Keeps haunting me Everything I do I have to think evidently  Yet everything I think kept screaming at me Baby We both came in this reality Different wombs different identity Different lives different mentality Why can't you see The only thing that we hold constantly Is trying to stand independently  Not to hustle any Only our own energy Baby I miss you and you miss me Writing this poem calms me Because I want to think wisely To choose the form of words carefully Trying not to hurt your feelings baby Everyday I wish for my death Everyday I wish for your kiss And I thought of you in every breath And I thought of you in every bliss Mind the vow that gradually fades Not to leave each other Not to destroy our rapture Not to maim my figure Not to hurt my lover It's been years but felt like decades I never told

  Sleeping is a quest A quest to stop the present interpretation of the eyes, nose and mouth A quest for the brain to either stop or keep steering Either way, your body stayed In a place, at a time Sleeping is a ritual A ritual of repose Both for the phren and pneuma A ritual for the soul to enter the other realm Swayed by the mental unconsciously seeking Seeking of things one may never know Not many possessed the gift A beautiful dream to keep And a terrible nightmare to have Either way, your body stayed In a place, at a time Sleeping is a venture A venture of sanity or insanity You could only choose To be or not to be one To do or not to do things One choice At one time In one place Either way, your body stayed In a place, at a time Sleeping is a deed A deed with a price It can be good it can be bad It can be happy it can be sad The price must be paid with precious time Some may have and some may not But to some, with all the wealth It will never be enough No matter how much is poure