Bedroom

It can't go on this way.

This room is well lit. My thoughts are scattered and my eyes are heavy.

This pain is too much.

What pain? What is this hurt I feel so much? Was there a time when I experienced this?

My room is a wreck, just like so much of my own life- thoughts and memories tossed aside like a dirty shirt.

Its cold, but not too cold. Cold enough to feel and appreciate the warmth. I'm thankful for it. But how much?

Will my life ever truly sort out, or will it spin in circles like a spun coin- never knowing if I will end up with heads or tails?

The light is slowly fading, yet my eyes ignore the room's attempt at night.

I will carry on. I will persevere.
I must see the end.