#bedrot
Why should I get up in the morning when I know it will be rough?
Why should I get up in the morning knowing the day will be tough?
Why should I roll out of bed just for a chance?
Why should I have to get out of bed when in bed it feels like a dance?
Why should I show up late when they'll sense my bluff?
Why do I do this to myself even if it feels like a trance?
I need to wake up
Wake up from the sleep that seems so sweet
Wake up to the people I need to greet
Wake up to reality that must be told
Wake up to my life that's beginning to unfold
Wake up which is what I need
Wake up which is what I'll succeed
Wake up and roll out of bed
Wake up and start to use my head
I need to wake up
What will my friends say when I show up?
What will they think when they see me?
Will they see me and fill up my cup?
Will they have smiles full of glee?
Will they be disappointed in me and their feelings blow up?
I'm going to stay in bed another day
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 12:47 PM UTC
“I’m tired”
“Same,”
“I’m so tired”
“Yeah,”
“I’m sleepy,”
“I know, right?”
“I’m tired,”
“You’re always tired,”
I know.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 6:45 PM UTC
you peel my skin
from my safe place
it won’t help.
sunlight doesn’t heal
rotten souls
my isolation
doesn’t reflect
you
at all.
I’ve fallen in a frozen lake
and I’m too far gone
to save
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 2:45 PM UTC
under the covers I can’t be hurt
except by the demons inside my head
the only way the pain subsides
is sinking into the mattress
rotting for hours
the sun begs to kiss my skin
but I can’t hurt anyone here
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 10:47 PM UTC
( )
> where drifts the self?
frore strath
where stalkers
drip their sultry rest
and our shoulders
thaw
into
the moor of dumb ”Earth”;
> where do the ARROWS lead?
to the soft cortège of gut
slunk in eve’s
inferring weave;
often whit’s
threnode
where bre^th ignores its end
> what stirs now?
wearing the guise of lack
[...]
ego, and
a patch of moss in sombre ”snow”
lurching
beyond limbs,
beyond need
> when loosens time?
the night clasps
thin as the sigh of origin
and i
(and we)
one sunken, shallow leaf;
do not rise /
do not recall
> none beside?
only the dreary,
detailed fatigue
of being
unmade, unmade...
> ▍
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 5:00 PM UTC