My bed
So safe
So comfortable
The home I actually enjoyed living in
In the house I hated
The pillow that I used to scream into
When I was frustrated
Because they didn’t understand
But
Oh so quickly that bed
Changed
When my once lover joined me in that bed
Because I didn’t ask him to
I wish hedve followed along like a vampire when coming into my home
Can’t come in
Unless you’re invited
My bed
My safety
My comfort
My home
His aggression
His forcefulness
His malicious intent
His home
So every time I sleep in my bed which is no longer my home
I find myself waking up
Screaming help
And sweating
Scratching my own skin off
I’ve always wondered why I’ve started sleeping better elsewhere
This must be why
Because even in a bed of thorns I’d sleep better
It would feel the same
I’d wake up, stabbed and bleeding.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 1:06 PM UTC
My bed
So safe
So comfortable
The home I actually enjoyed living in
In the house I hated
The pillow that I used to scream into
When I was frustrated
Because they didn’t understand
But
Oh so quickly that bed
Changed
When my once lover joined me in that bed
Because I didn’t ask him to
I wish hedve followed along like a vampire when coming into my home
Can’t come in
Unless you’re invited
My bed
My safety
My comfort
My home
His aggression
His forcefulness
His malicious intent
His home
So every time I sleep in my bed which is no longer my home
I find myself waking up
Screaming help
And sweating
Scratching my own skin off
I’ve always wondered why I’ve started sleeping better elsewhere
This must be why
Because even in a bed of thorns I’d sleep better
It would feel the same
I’d wake up, stabbed and bleeding.
#Bed #mentalillness #depression #sad #depressed #sadness #bedtime **** #change
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