the windows spy and allow the sun to kiss my skin

the blankets hold me tight through the cold nights swallowed with fear

the pillows catch my tears

and whispers to my ear to cry no more

my bed comforts my body while it drowns in my dreams

the roof desperately concealing my screams to not leave and alarm those close by for help

my body traps my soul and holds on to dear life

my brain calming my thoughts to not be consumed by depression and suicide

what am I?

Just a dying thing in front of their eyes