i lie in bed and stare blankly at the ceiling
the alarm clock numbers are the only bright source
i can't sleep
my thoughts are constant little worries
they prick me like thorns
they make my skin itch and crawl
and i want to bury myself into my bed until i sink downwards
until i'm swallowed whole.
you're not here to chase away the monster
and i'm
so
so
alone.