Heavy

I can already tell it is going to be a rough night when I climb into bed and my lightest top sheet feels suffocating.
The weight of blankets is usually inviting to me. Beaconing to just close my eyes and rejoin my second life. 
Unfortunately, my dream world is just as much of a mess as my real life. In both, I am just a punching bag. 
And there is no release.

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