There’s no sleep in an empty room
Not for me at least
I don’t know how people out there do it
Were their first nights alone just like this?
Did the empty walls echo their thoughts?
So loud, so overbearing
That a low volume television can’t drown out
Or a mixtape made for sleep
Or even counting sheep
Did they go out for a smoke?
Just to see another living person
“I don’t care if he mugs me,
Maybe then I’ll feel safer alone”
And for that split second
You feel like a little kid again
Checking doors, and under the bed
Remembering that scene from a movie
Your parents told you not to watch
It would give you nightmares
20 years later they’re still right
Did they have to sit down write?
To pass the time along
Constantly checking behind them
There was a noise in the hall.
Or did they just lay there?
Did they ever dream of a different life?
And wake up disappointed
Maybe even depressed
When they woke to their real world
Consisting of problems made by other people
Who don’t ever have to sleep alone?
I hope they dream of a living hell
Just so they know how I feel right now….
I’ll just close my eyes
Until tomorrow morning