Why do I struggle in bed?
I feel like my body wants to jump out of my skin.
Why do we think about things?
That makes our brain wants to jump out of our heads.
Lost in my thoughts, all of my patience          and waiting
and waiting for you to come in.
I don’t want to be here, not even hell could create a cage that can hold all my sins.
Why do I struggle in bed?
By the way how my covers look, seems I was dancing instead.

All of these strings,
Abandoning me.
        Tucked away, stored
         Creating new ways they can trigger me.
                Into thinking
                    I’m  breaking
           And yet create tangles inside of me.
Why do I struggle in bed?
     Why must you make nightmares out of rawness and sweat?
         Everynight I wake up, it’s like my body is soaked.
                           Drenched.
Why do I...why do I... keep having nightmares in bed?