I lay here rotting
Between sheets and shame
Unable to move
Unable to cry
Only the sinking of my teeth into fabric
To muffle my screams
For it is too late to be in need
I lay here
I lie here
And honestly
I'll die here
Yet even doing that
Would still make me a chore
So I stay within the blanketing darkness
Telling myself it will be fine
When we know all I am doing
Is waiting out the clock
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 2:20 PM UTC
I lay here rotting
Between sheets and shame
Unable to move
Unable to cry
Only the sinking of my teeth into fabric
To muffle my screams
For it is too late to be in need
I lay here
I lie here
And honestly
I'll die here
Yet even doing that
Would still make me a chore
So I stay within the blanketing darkness
Telling myself it will be fine
When we know all I am doing
Is waiting out the clock
