My 7:00 alarm rings for school.
However, I don't want to get up.
Not again.
Sleeping is more peaceful
Than functioning the whole day,
Holding back tears.
Begging myself to stay stone-faced,
Avoiding the gazes of others
So that nobody asks questions;
So that nobody suspects a thing.Forcing a smile that shouldn't be there
Is the worst part.
Faking it 'till I make it is the worst part.But telling myself "five more minutes"
Turns into more time, until
Wanting five more minutes
Turns into never wanting to wake up.
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Pleasure or Pain? (Poetry)
PoetryI call this my book of chaos; my sanctuary. When the turmoil inside of me resurfaces, when I've surpassed my tipping point, putting my jumbled thoughts and conflictions into words gives back the control I initially lost.