scared of my bed—

I know you've heard before about being scared of what's under your bed, but have you ever been scared of the bed itself?

That moment when you realize you've cried yourself to sleep so many times in that bed, so many late nights turned into early mornings, so many tears shed, so many thoughts of leaving forever, so many anxiety and panic attacks—all in that bed.

So you walk downstairs to calm yourself down at 12:13am. When the tears stop flowing, you walk back upstairs to try to go to sleep now.

But when you see the bed, all you can do is uncontrollably cry and fear getting back under the covers. There is nothing comforting about it at all. It's only ever been cleaned and washed in tears.

Most people use the covers to hide from monsters in the dark, but my mind's dark monsters make their home in my covers, so where am I to go?