Room

Curtains closed

Daylight still leaking through the folds

Phone face down

Blue dots

But they never stick around

Sink like stone

In a house that never feels like home

I talk to air

Answer back like somebody’s there

Just only my thoughts

I’m so small in this quiet room

Big world outside

But it feels like doom

So why go outside if I can stay in this room

Every sunrise feels like another lie

Tell me why I’m even here

When there’s nobody near

I feel lonely just watching time go by

My fingers tips

Cold spoon

Cold meal from yesterday

Nothing has change

Same four walls

Same cracks that know my every mood

Smudged black paint

On a mirror that reflects my worst complaints

I hold my breath

Just to feel I’m alive

What if I fade

And it’s nothing at all?

Just one less ghost in a city so tall

If I disappeared from the edge of the bed

Would anyone notice the dent where I slept?

I’m tracing scars with my fingertips

Scars that I know the story of

How they got there,

Silent storms sitting on my lips

If this is living

Then why’s it feel

Like I’m standing on the edge

Trying not to feel?

Why I belong here