A night is too short for a party and too long for a sleep
i am held captive by the thoughts that monsters might be awake so i guard myself with uncountable sheeps
i have been staring at the ceilings for too long to not notice that the bed sheets are pulling me down
i feel safe inside this unwindowed box.It doesn't feel like a cage anymore like it used to when i was 4
The white walls, the blue covers, the red eyes are all everything to me
the white walls makes me remember that i am safe here
the blue covers hugs me whenever i felt lonely inside
the red eyes tells me to get enough sleep for tomorrow
I am never going home because home is a place where you become something and i don't want to be something
It almost feels perfect to be nothing .The bed sheets might be pulling me down but it makes me feel right
the four walls protects me
my bed accepts me as i am
and whenever the sheets intertwine with my skin
i feel more worthy
Here,in this room i am not alone
cause anxiety held me dearest when no one else did.