a sad social media post about a dead person you hardly even knew

dont believe words
that leave other people's
mouths because
the truth
is
the biggest
fucking
liar.

i spend days under the covers...
falling in love,
then watching it die.
growing young
while becoming old.
getting eaten by spiders.
chased by a never-ending
pair of tattered outstretched
arms and hands.
trapped under tidal waves.
in a place covered in leaky rusted pipes.
listening to music boxes ping
notes from childhood
off damp swollen walls.
protected and secure:
i'm too lazy
to rise up.
exploring all types
of possibilities
and potential
in a car seat bed.
just a small speck
blowing along
in an oversized world.
a single solitary dot
drawn on a piece of paper
meeting new friends,
reacquainting with old ones
over dozens of ice cream cones
and
bavarian cream donuts
in a castle made of clouds,
or a spooky laboratory,
or on the decorated branch
of a christmas tree
next to a plastic fire place
drenched in warm orange
flickering light.
making a lifetime of memories
forgotten by morning.

wake up.

all alone.

same daily routine.

over
and
over
again.

going to sleep
even when it
isn't really
that dark.

i spend days under the covers...
but i can't escape
my little nightmares.