Been up
for a couple
days straight now,
sleep doesn’t
come easy
anymore,
and when it
comes it’s
not good,
memories and
dreams become
one, reality
doesn’t seem very
real, the warm body
in my bed doesn’t
cure the loneliness,
the pills don’t stop
the noises,
but the drink,
the drink is still a friend,
not a good one,
but my only one,
I fear the dark, and
I am surrounded by it,
I don’t think I want light,
I want nothing,
nothing at all.
