I lay here on my floor of my bedroom,
Mind clouded,
Sad song replaying over and over again in the background,
I feel my body sinking,
Sinking into the carpet,
As if any minute I could fall through the 2nd floor,
But it's numb,
Comforting even,
No hesitation,
So much to do,
But no will to move,
Too comforting,
He's not there to lift me up,
So why not let the ground cradle me?
Can't go lower than the lowest point can't I?
Where else would I go?
