am i safe in my room?
will the pain still hurt when i'm in my bed,
will the blood still drip when i'm under my covers?
am i safe in my room?

am i safe left alone?
when the trembling won't stop,
when my stomach is sick?
am i safe left alone?

who am i to think that the world stops at the edge of my bed
who am i to seek utopia in my sheets
i am utterly helpless
unless i am smothering my breath in my pillow.

i cannot be myself
anywhere else.