I hate lying in bed,
Blinds wide open.
Never ending black.

No sounds except those of your own breathing.
Not even that is comforting.

Silence like this makes you think.
& not even about all the good things' that have happened.
But every bad moment you face.

your brain turns somersaults.
Over
&
Over
&
Over
it rolls.

Never-ending?
no, at some point you drift off,
Finishing off the nightmares that started in your head.
At least when sleeping you don't remember it all.
Maybe one or two moments,
but even those fade as the day goes on.

Sleep used to be comforting.
What happened?



you did.
**<3