my room is dark
the red walls oozing heat
fans whiring
i want sleep

my spine is bent
hugging my knees to my chest
in a corner of my room
in the dark
with red walls oozing
fans clicking
needing to sleep
aching to sleep

my skin is cold
tears flowing not ceasing
hunched in a corner of my room
deep in the dark
red walls melting
fans blowing
wanting to sleep
crying for sleep
convalsing for sleep

my head is spinnig
faster than these fans
trying not to think
aching not to sleep
all i want is sleep!
...i dont want to remember

i am clenching myself
drawing myself inward
pulling myself into a ball
making myself smaller
make me smaller
god, make me smaller!
....to small to remember

i am alone
alone with shadows in a dark room
pushing myself tighter in the corner
tighter into myself
crying like rainfall
needing sleep to take me away
away from myself
away from this
longing for unconciousness
aching for sleep
even if its full of dark dreams
filled with water and burning lungs
all i want is out

she say crying
in a hot corner
of a dark room
pulling herself inward
hoping that mabye
you loved her
half as much as she loved you

she sat crying
because she knew you didnt
i sit crying
because i know you dont

I really enjoyed this. The switch between the first person to the third person is done very abruptly, which, recreated the room, the moment. And then you slip back into the first person. It made me do a double take, it drifted back nicely. Gave me something to work for.