It’s warm, comforting, and quiet,

It’s also cold, deceiving, and desolate.

It’s a place where my thoughts run wild,

It’s where my body feels like its been exiled.

Why is it so comforting being alone?

In a place where you think you have full control.

Yet the weight of it all feels like a gigantic stone,

Where its only you and a small piece of your soul.

_Knock knock knock!_

They try to enter, but it dampens with every word.

The door gets weaker each time, but it will never unlock.

All the lines that lead me out have become blurred.

There’s a honey-sweet comfort in feeling nothing and everything.

So why would I leave a place like this behind?

Maybe because I crave this feeling,

And fear leaving my hiding place… my mind.