The ceiling 

Laying in bed has never felt harder

The ceiling and I have always been the closest partners 

It sees me through those sleepless nights 

When all I can manage is silent cries

It never turns away or pretends like I’m not there

It always keeps me company when company is rare

It listens to my prayers that don’t happen very often 

It echoes back at me to dry my tears and tread with caution

It’s seen me at my best it’s seen me at my worst 

It’s the only constant thing I have that I always go to first

I stare at the ceiling for hours on end 

In hopes that it’ll tell me something or have advice to lend

It sits in silence while I weep to it often

Like a blanket of darkness with each tear it softens 

It waits as my tears slowly put me to sleep

I just wish it would tell me something or even just speak

A kind word to ease the pain

But wetness on my cheeks still feels like heavy rain

With weight that wipes away every emotion from my soul

Till nothings left but emptiness where instead of a heart, there’s a hole

As all this passing time slowly turns me to stone

The ceiling watches as I lie there empty and alone

We’ll be the same some day, empty and hollow

When it’s too late to be pulled from all the heavy sorrow 

Time will pass and I’ll stop feeling

There will be nothing more than me and my ceiling