There's an empty feeling in my stomach and it's making me sick. I've got a bad feeling about the end of this week. I've spent so much time trying to burry my sorrows down deep that I forgot to pick myself back up. I must have gotten stuck because I haven't been able to sit straight since I last slouched down, it's probably just the weight of my emotions pushing me to the ground.

What will I have to give in order to place my head above the clouds? My arms and legs are worth nothing when I'm not capable of getting out of my own bed. I've said a couple fake prayers hoping that maybe someone will hear me cry. It's been a crazy week and I haven't gotten much sleep, I'm just ready for it to pass by. So I can say goodbye to my demons that tend to follow me when I'm trying to sleep.

They pick away at my head, but maybe I'm just scared to let my demons go cause they're the only ones I have left and I'm not ready to be alone. I'm not ready to let go so I continue to let them in and ruin me. I'll destroy myself if that's what it'll take to be fine again.

There's an empty feeling in my stomach and it's starting to feel like home. I don't know where my heart is, but I know my demons won't let me be alone.