Tear drops, raindrops

Two hours past midnight
and the sky above me weeps. 
Everything around me is pitch black
and I hear nothing 
but the deafening crash of raindrops against my rooftop.

I am buried in pillows and bed sheet.
And in tears.

I am alone.
But I feel safe 
 within the comfort of these four familiar walls.
Can I stay here forever?
Away from the world;
Away from heartache;
Away from broken promises;
Away from people,
people who come and go.