There's comfort in these words. I'm hardly listening. Sleep hides in a pill. Winter kills all smiles. White walls all around me. It's been three months now. I'm shaking. I grab a pen. I'm afraid to write. I'm sinking. Buy me a drink. I'll be your friend. A therapy for my head. I'm hardly breathing. How many times can you die? A grey cloud without rain Won't wash the pain away. Those thoughts stole my dreams. I'm waiting. I'm tired. The feeling is killing.