The small light that is trying to spill into my “Window of Wishes” seems to beam stronger than the previous night.

This vast land of loneliness has drowned me and engulfed me in its endless darkness. Everyday, I would hug your disloyalty so tight my arms would tear and burn. I would kiss your dishonesty passionately longing for a respond that would fit the actions I’ve shown you.

I’ve lied to myself so long that the words have became shades that only respond to the light I have inside myself, thus making the room more silent and still.

The alarm clock has went off a while ago, but I’m still laying here staring at the inner pixels of technology.

I’ve peeled the scabs from all the bed sores I have, they all bleed with confusion and confidence. They all remind me of the times I should have woken up…

I should have hit “Stop” When the alarm clock went off the first time rather than waiting until the inflicted damage became too heavy for me to even comprehend.

Laying with my denial and tossing and turning with my doubts only leave me in a bed that I won’t know how to make, where to start or how to sleep in it when I finish it all.

Staring blankly over the items and scanning the rooms

This cover is dirty.

This sheet is dirty.

This pillow is clean.

This cover needs to be thrown away.

I’ve said this 100 times yet it still finds a way back to my bed, much like you.