A long days work passed
The night comes at last
And I curl up inside of my blanket

A warm and happy place inside
A place my feelings go to hide
Tucked away from a world without my blanket

My blanket is security
A place where I am the real me
I can’t face reality
I hide inside my blanket

I can’t help myself i'm done
The world outside has finally won
Dragged outside I kick and scream
For its soft embrace in which I dream

This blankets hug is suffocating
Full of thoughts of my self-hating
Loathing that i'm still alive
Weak and just waiting to die

My blanket
Where i'm happiest
The place where I am at my best
Curled up in my room alone
Writing poems on my phone