I turned off my lights
climbed in bed.
Lay there repeating things in my
head.
Is it crazy that I sleep alone
but don't want to.
Not because of my age.
Not because I want somebody.
Its mostly because I don't want to
get locked in a door in my brain
and loose the key on the way.
Maybe I drag people along to
comfort me, emotionally.
And help me eventually find my
key on the way.
So I can flee from this thing called reality.

I'm sitting outside
its so quite.
All I can hear is cars moving
around me.
Its so relaxing.
I feel so content.
Its nice to just have some
me time.
Even if it is only for a few
minutes.
The few minutes I have keep
me from going insane.
Its so cold outside, but I like the way
it feels.
I think the night sky might
be taking over
me.

At days I feel like
I'm just a doormat.
Where people just walk on.
I wish people wouldn't throw out
my mat and replace it
with a new one.
I'm to much of a nice mat, but eventually
I always end up looking
like a pile of **** at the
end of the day, because I've been stomped on
SO MANY TIMES...

Some days I wish yesterday
was tomorrow
where everyone is happy
when we weren't so
worried.
About stupid little things.
But you know what?
There's always tomorrow, once more
where we are happy and go
one day at a time.
That's all that matters,
we just have to
try and enjoy
this thing called life.