My twin sized mattress feels smaller than usual

There’s still an emptiness there though

They say I’m depressed but

I think I’m just alone

(Maybe I'm both.)

The clock on the wall says 10:58

And it feels like I’ve been awake for days

My eyelids are heavy but

They just won’t close

(Is this what being alive is supposed to feel like?)

I live my life like it’s just a sad poem

My thoughts don’t leave me so I’m never truly alone

I need medicine but

The drugstore is closed

(Oh well.)