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The rain lightly hits my window
Soft and gentle
Natures very own lullaby.

I'm tucked under layers of blankets
And my pillow is fluffed and nice.

Yet sleep doesn't come
I dont know why.

I close my eyes and try
I try and try and try.

But my mind is filled to the brim of useless thoughts.

Its 12:38 AM and I have school later.

Its like something's missing but I dont know what.

If I hug my blanket would I fall asleep? Or maybe close my closet?

It feels like something's here with me but it also feels like I'm the only person on earth.

I open my eyes and look into the darkness.

If something were to be watching me it's not like I would ever know.

And if something were to take me it's not like anyone would ever know either.

Its 12:48 AM and it feels as if no time has passed.

I close my eyes again and see different colors explode in a kaleidoscope of wonder.

I make up different scenarios in my head
Each telling a different useless story
And I sink deeper into a fantasy.

I turn over and open my eyes only be greated by the sunrise.

The sound of birds chirping and the feeling of crisp air greats me.

I hadn't realised I had fallen asleep.

I dont remember a single dream or useless thought.

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