I am sleeping
Wait, no I’m not
I can’t sleep
Staring at the blank white ceiling
Which is more than I can say
About the emptiness
which is me
Why would I do anything else
I don’t think my friends
Appreciate my presence
I don’t think my guitar
Wants my dirty hands all over it
But my bed
My bed lo-
“What?!”
...
“Yeah! I’ll do it later
I’m a little tied up
At the moment!”
-ves me
It grips me up and never wants to let go
Similar to a mother
Or even a fa...
No no no
just a mother
Who you haven’t seen in a while
Ten texts and three calls
I leave my phone off of the charge
Hopefully it dies soon
Like with my desires
To ever leave my bed