You're an abandoned home in the late Fall. Your walls look like the veins in my eyes. I've been awake this whole time. Last night I stared at my ceiling trying to fall asleep but the pain in my chest kept me up again.

I haven't slept well in half a year, I started seeing things. I don't want to be awake anymore. I want to lay on my floor and I want to feel myself drift into a deep sleep. I want to nail my eyelids shut so I know they'll never open again.

You're the abandoned home I took shelter in. You keep me up at night. The closest thing I get to sleep is my daydreams of these arms I held her in. It's winter and I'm still not winning this fight.

Tonight I will lie awake and stare my ceiling trying to fall asleep. The nails in my eyelids pierced my ambition and I watched as it bled on my pillow sheets.

You are the abandoned home in the summer that found comfort underneath the ground. Your walls are as shattered as my head. That was when I knew she had been found. That was when I knew no one wanted me around.