No Where is Safe
I’m hiding in the darkest corners of my room,
I’m hiding under the sheets of my bed,
I’m hiding in the “safety” of my mind,
I’m hiding in my sleep.
But it never stops.
It penetrates the darkest corners of my room,
It penetrates my blankets on my bed,
It penetrates my once “safe” mind,
It penetrates my sleep by changing my dreams to nightmares.
What is this thing?
This thing that haunts me day in and day out?
Depression,
Loneliness,
Insanity?
They all consume me,
Taking away my life,
And leaves a hallowed man.
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