Nightmares in an Empty Bed.

In an empty bed I find myself, quite lost behind the wall.
Unable to just bring myself around to face it all.
I'm broken-hearted, sad, confused, I don't know what there is to do.
And outside this house are loud remarks that remind me of that too..
I remember a day when I never cared about warmth while I had slept..
The days were simple, nights were long, and I always had my rest.
But now I sit here, as hours pass, with no progress on my plate.
And I worry that this will always be my everlasting fate.
Around me is love, now all around, and it's hard to find a change.
I know that time will heal the rest, but I somehow feel ashamed.
I wish I had a moment, just a speck of what others have..
To keep my thoughts inside, and never let them know that I am sad.
Sitting here in silence, I've grown quite eerie of sounds.
The simple clicks and unknown steps that always are around.
I think about how someone could maybe feel the same way too,
and I wonder if they've told someone the words of "I love you".
I toss and turn for hours, I think way more than any should.
And when I finally fall asleep, well, my dreams are never good.
I wake inside a panic, and then I shake myself to sane.
I wipe the sweat and calm myself, only to repeat it all again.
It's becoming rather normal, with my pounding empty heart.
I remind myself now constantly to try not to fall apart.
The mornings leave me tired, with the images of fear.
I wake quickly to forget all that always happens while I'm here.
I live my days more freely, able to ignore what's all around.
But when nighttime falls I find myself still scared of all the sounds.
I pray that someday maybe, a pleasant dream will come my way..
Or maybe that there's something that will scare the night away.
Until my better knowledge, you'll still find me here, alone.
And the dark circles in the morning, will be all I ever show.