I’m to tired.
So exhausted.
These hours make me feel all alone.
In a dark room.
A red blanket, and old pillows.
I’m scared to touch your space.
The side that was yours. 
A fight so strong.
Now we are all alone.
I forget the days
Just to obsess over the missed nights.
Our beige sheets compliment blue walls.
But remind me of the scars on your back.
My weary soul.
Cries to be so strong.
To shine all alone.