Broken record

I can't sleep.
It's happening again - the demons haunting me.
The mistakes, the shortcomings. The unanswered questions, no - the annoyingly disregarded questions.
The lack of celestial comfort. The presence physical ailment with no known cause.
Such a broken record.
Lack of purpose here. I guess I have no place in my hometown, my love.
Clammer down, my dear, into a self-harming dream.