I sink into my bed

I wish I could go deeper

I beg for it to swallow me whole

The blanket holds me

I grieve, it covers

I am suffocating

In my thoughts

I am spiraling

In my notion

Turning and tossing

In a useless life

Why am I sad?

Nobody knows

I am the author

Of my own sorrow

Here in this bed

Here forever

In a cold coma

I will write me

Myself

And my deathaning persona