Right now I'm sitting in my bed.
A dark room, limited living space.
Four walls close and around me
Supressing my freedom
Shackling me..
The only light is from my phone..
Reflecting..
The light from my phone
shines on my chin
Thinking back, telling myself
my own story
Like telling nightmares by a campfire
Except I'm in my bed
and I'm supposed to feel safe
Yet in my bed..
I have felt fear, sadness,
anger, dissapointment...
regret..
Never felt so alone
that night after you left
Death keeping me company
constantly reminding me
of the fragility of life
feeding on the void inside me
Rejoicing the absence of light....
My heart weighs heavy
so **** heavy...
My heart beats slower
pumping tears through my body
Sad in my entirety...
A cold shiver runs across my back
goosebumps...
Death's consoling me..
I close my eyes
and can't see my daughter's face...
Ofcourse, it's too dark..