Late at night, a thought, a query.
Sleepless hours turn into nothing, dreary
Why so hard to lay alone in bed.
Not alone, for getting monsters in my head.
Skin crawling, Parasites in my vein.
I love to hurt because at least I can feel the pain.
Being alone, is being the one with the problem. My demons entice me, I say no, but next time I'll let them.
Deep breaths in, one, two, three, four.
no breathing out, I'm lost in my own core.
Yet a knock on the door.
My own shadow.
Clamoring he wants to see my blood pour.
Maybe I agree and drift my eyes to sleep.
I hear everyone weep, but I don't want it to be for me.
A sound a light, nothing is more of a delight.
I pull back the curtains the sun bright.
My eyes are opened, I know it's a good day.
at least maybe I'll be okay
for I am alive today
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