2AM every night, I climb into bed with a head full of miserable thoughts and negativeness.
I climb into bed. looking for the solace of someone who can help me unwine my all these thoughts that are eating me up, bit by bit.
Eager for the caring words of someone, who can take away the pain I had to go through to come to this very bed every night.
And I, constantly keep falling behind in looking for myself, Im constantly finding myself caught up in my own misery. I cannot fight this.
Help.

Home

I could tell you to come home, while you are a thousand miles away in a place you call home.
I could tell you to come home and fix me, in the four walls that makes up mine.

I've come to realize that home isn't a place, not a city or a state, its a feeling.
Home, doesn't have an address, it has a beating heart and sweaty palms, it has a comforting tone and a warm presence.

And since you've been gone, I haven't been quite home.

One day, when I wake up at 3 am, unable to sleep, I will look next to me.
And you will be there. Sleeping peacefully beside me, and the world wont seem so lonely.

Not as lonely as it is right now.