Lost in Thought

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.