I roll back and forth in this bed wondering why she’s not here with me. My mind has become my worst enemy and my heart feels so empty that it hurts when it pumps. I look up at the ceiling which by every min gets closer and closer and this bed that feels smaller and smaller. I feel trapped in a closet that only she has the key to, she has concord me in all ways. I hear the wind forcing itself through the window into my room and a red light that the more a stare at it the farther it gets. I just wish one day I can fall asleep again and not think about her and the time we spend together in this same room under the same ceiling in the same small bed.
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