a strong addiction to a dream is fantasy without reality.

I lay in my bead cold and alone
Waiting for the endless pain
To go away.

I lay in my bed cold and alone
For someone to save me
From dying at home.

I lay in my bed cold and alone
I write and I write
but nothing comes out.

I lay in my bed cold and alone
Talking to myself
For there’s no one to talk.

I lay in my bed cold and alone
Waiting for my soul to fill what broke.

I lay in my bed cold and alone
For happiness I seek when I’m alone.

I lay in bed cold and alone
Please save me from drowning
In my own thoughts.

I lay in my bed cold and alone…

i am not
a nail to hang a picture
a switch to turn on a light
a key to open a door
a broom to sweep a floor

so why must you think
it is okay
to treat me like these few?
i am a person
a mind
a soul
i was not made
to be used


- j.m.d.