familiar

it’s a familiar scene.

in this bed.

in this room.

the smells.

the distant voices.

lying here feeling the way i do.

looking in the same places.

why do i always feel my worst here?

yet, i feel so comforted.

i don’t want to leave.

happiness, maybe.

nostalgia, possibly.

renewed, yet i feel gross from the journey.

refreshed, but i might need another shower.

stomach raging.

heart heavy in my chest.

body aching for neglect.

as if everytime i enter this place,

i must face the truth of myself.