Cold White Sheets/Empty Bed - Sea Oleena

Is it you who decides if my time’s well spent?

Because I didn’t leave my room today again

I could ramble on for hours if the topic fit my interest

Lately all my words are choked back down

Or delivered as a whisper just to compliment the silence

Of the cold white sheets on my empty bed

Much too big of a space for the state I’m in

There’s nothing going on in my empty head

Much too small of a space

For the books I’ve read to remain, remain