I sleep with my ringer on
because I am afraid my friends
are time bombs
ticking away
and I want
I need to be there
to disarm them
but secretly
I am the bomb
I need to be disarmed
and my time slowly ticks away
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Brain Dump
PoetryIf I write a poem, it goes here. A collection of thoughts, dreams, fears, and whatever else I see in my brain. TW: mentions of sexual assault, suicide, depression, anxiety, self harm
