As I lay in this bed alone,
I cannot help but think.

Think about the differences
if I were not here to weep.

As I lay in the humid air,
I cannot catch my breath.

Every passage is closing up,
too anxious to let me in.

As I lay with my eyes squeezed close,
I wish I wasn't here.

I wouldn't have to deal
with my troubled filled mind.

And neither would you.