Midnight Thoughts
Here I lay, praying that:
someone would knock me out for a long long sleep.
I could hear the fan’s nagging pain
I wish those curtains didn’t flutter in the wind so much,
I wish this blanket was long enough for me,
I wish this bed offered me some comfort,
I wish there was Light in this room
or some left in my soul,
I wish for that ugly, scary, dark, demon
To come out of the closet
And hold me for a while,
Or kill me.
I wish I could end this aching misery
I can’t sleep.
I’m not awake.
I’m here.
I’m not.
I’m insane.
Who isn’t?!
I can’t move
I’m dead
Am I dead?
No.
Just not yet.
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