I'm hiding underneath the table.
It's safe here.
No harm can be done.
Light may flash on and off but at least the drinks are silent.
I close my eyes.
I hold my stuffies.
I may be an adult.
But in the moment.
It's the warmth that I crave.
No sleep.
Binge eat.
Zoned out.
Bad habits back and on repeat.
Will someone hold me.
But I'll be fine.
I always do.
I'm some sort of hero.
I save myself at night.
Back to the sedatives.
Sipping on my juice.
Will you come find me and hold me next to you.
