The rain taps on my window,
As the light from the tablet shines on my face, I stare into the dark recesses of my room.

The rain taps on my window,
My mind drifts off, and in that time, I wish that you were here with me.

The only company I have with me tonight, to remind that I am not alone,
Is the rain that’s tapping on my window.

I dream

of you

In a restless sleep.

I  d
       r
          i
            f
               t

away into nothingness,

and dream of what could have been.

The words I write mean something to some people, and nothing to others.

But it isn’t what people hear from my words that matter, or how people see me because of them, but what those words mean to me.

Eyes in the dark stare at me, they pretend not to look when I notice them.

What scares me more, the fact that I do not know who the eyes belong to, or why they look at me with such intense hate?

I won’t be sleeping tonight, as I fear I will never wake the morning to come.

The eyes in the dark stare at me, and I pray they remain as such.