On my bed I lay very still
as I sink into the soft, cotton sheets beneath me
the ceiling must feel my empty gaze
though I\'m so lost in thought I don\'t even notice
thinking about mistakes - choices I made
Oh I was so youthful and foolish
I tell myself that every mistake is a lesson learnt
though it doesn\'t blunt the pain
if my thoughts were an ocean I\'d be in the mariana trench
but something grabs me - saves me from drowning
the sound of raindrops tapping my window
almost telling me \"it\'s going to be okay\"
I remember where I am; I\'m no longer lost
the ceiling no longer feels my empty gaze.