I lay in my bed, I stare at the ceiling

I blast my music, I can’t help this feeling

I look out the window, I look at the streetlight

I turn it up louder, I only feel blight

I look at the window, only myself I blame

I undo the screws, I take it from the frame

I stick my head out, I feel the cool night air

I look to the sky, I feel the star’s glare 

I look down to the ground, I feel so gone

I look to the woods, I see a fawn

I look at her and she looks at me, I see into her eyes

I watch her run away, I feel a little bit of me dies

I look at the ground once more, I contemplate falling

I turn the music louder again, I keep stalling

I sit three stories up, I will die if I hop

I feel tears start to well, I wipe from my eye, a single teardrop

    “Stop.”

I lie back down, I greet the sandman

I begin to dream, I hear the noise fade from the fan

I wake up in the morning, I don’t remember a thing

I feel sweat on my face,  I hear the birds begin to sing

I am reminded of the music from last night, I play the song back in my head

I put my airpods back in, I continue the cycle of dread