I laid in bed that night with a cold feeling in the pit of my stomach. Not winter but fall. It was back in my home. The darkness I felt winters ago, perched up on my windowsill begging the sun to shine for just one day. I felt his silence when I knew he was near. My heart was heavy and cold, I could hear his words creeping up on me in the night. It was dark. But I could feel the pain rushing back in. It was dark and there was a lonely cat outside my window.

lay with me
while i fall asleep
you can have
my soul to keep
im so tired
dream with me
arms around you
we have things to see
keep me warm
and close you eyes
body against yours
starry night skies

it's all the matter of:
waiting for the calm
despite having the storm
just pass by;
having a mind crippled with
"i don't even
want to try."

my hands remain shaky,
my body remains tired.
my soul remains weary,

but so far,
it's alright.

Chair heads.

Took what’s needed.
Burn the wolves.
Like all poems have.



Garrett Johnson.

I'm tired
I'm tired of faking my smiles
pretending to be happy
lying that I'm fine
I'm tired of being a disappointment
Being a mess
Being useless
I'm tired of dealing with toxic people
With a broken family
I'm tired of panic attacks
I'm tired of crying
I'm tired of everything

Oh sleep
where have you gone: I wish you still cared
do you remember intamate times we shared
why dont we have a love affair
We were such a lucid pair

Oh sleep
I'm so messed up: I miss the way you feel
just us remeber: down forever: we had a deal
this is a dream right: no way this is real
broken that you left: my heart will never heal

Oh come back sleep
i need you ever so deep
without your embrace I'm weak
please come home or for eternity I weep

One Riff.

Come down the stairs.
Take off that robe.
Get a chair.
Pull it close.
Whispering hands.
Silvery toast.
The best thing the coast could offer.
Was your hand.
Now.
We sit.
On the swing.
Conjuring.
The only.
Song We sing.



Garrett Johnson.