How long have I been awake?
I can see the ceiling, so there's still light
The bed must be about to break
My chest feels too tight.
I could get up and eat
Clean myself up
I have friends I could meet
If only I could
Get up.
I'll do it tomorrow.
It's warm and safe here
And what's the point?
The hunger's just a dull ache here
If I get up I'll only disappoint.
The floor is so far away
If I try to get up I'll fall and fall and fall
And lose my way
I feel so small.
The door is gone
Good. I don't want to go anyway
The curtains are drawn
Good. The outside is too much today.
I'll stay.
I could put on music
It sounds ok
I'll turn it off. It makes me feel too sick.
The quiet is nice
What's the time?
No more lights.
The shadows begin to climb
up the wall
and they're bringing the thoughts
that crawl
into my ears my head and of course
it's too much
and it pins me down
and I clutch
at the sheets but they don't save me as I drown
How long did I sleep?
It's still dark
The shadows creep
Back down the wall
And I can see the stark
White
Of my ceiling
And
It's alright.
I'm warm and safe here.
I'll get up tomorrow.
YOU ARE READING
Monsters
Poesía"A bunch of poems about mental illness" didn't sound great as a title, but that's basically what this is. This is my first book and I honestly just wrote these in my notes app, went "Screw it," and posted them. If these don't correlate to specific e...
