Music running through my head.
Sleep gnawing at my scalp.
No stories, no pictures.
Just repetitions of a single phrase,
Over and over and over again.
No inspiration from the TV
Or the walls, or the blanket
Cold feet, warm cat
Elbow jammed against the couch
Gotta sleep, rest, recoup,
Snuggle with warm, heavy, reality
Burning eye lids, ringing ears
Stop picking, it doesn’t help, only hurts
Adds to scars and shame and sad
Disappointment and embarrassment
Sickness, compulsion, scars, scars
Don’t smile, don’t bother, don’t care
Pretend to know
Proud, vain, scared, fail, fail , fail
This is why I don’t get introspective, I guess. Good night.