Truth in Hotel Rooms
Lying on my bed,
-Purchased daily,
Neck hanging over the edge,
Seems like falling,
Empty head filling with blood.
So scared,
Living in sweat,
Can’t dry my hands.
Waiting for your call,
Telling me to stay or go.
How did it get like this for me?
You rule everything,
I crawl through each day by waiting,
Not even thinking, but just grieving,
Burning each second,
Thinking of losing it all…
I think,
That must mean you are already gone .
