I fill the day with questions
There’s a tangled mess of sheets on the bed
We both regret some of the things
How come we just can’t get along?
Beset with panic, I find myself again sitting on the bed with eyes wide open and my hair stuck to my face, just like I’d been crying tonight as well.
I turn on the light on the bedside table and notice with great disappointment that it’s still night. Sadness gets the upper hand and for a moment, I struggle enormously trying to understand where I am or what is happening, but no … this is just a confused dream, like always. It’s been like this for weeks now and not knowing when everything will be back to normal agitates me further.
I look at the box of pills on the table; it seems to be calling me and I perhaps should convince myself that all t
