Analysis of Ceiling

Laying on the bed,
 Staring at the ceiling,
 How my stomach turns,
 With everything I am feeling,
 No hurt, no healing,
 Sitting on the side of the road,
 Not to be in anyones way,
 I will leave if you like,
 Or be a friend and more if  you stay,
 Either way it will be okay,
 In the middle at the begining,
 There waits an end,
 My actions...............,
 Probable to defend,
 Weak to the message I send,
 Too much thought,
 At this moment right here,
 So used to being alone,
 Just me and my prayer......................BAD-Mc..<3