At night I like to think
That the world is asleep
Even though
It's only true
For my side of the earth
It's cold
But I'm hot
Staring up at my ceiling
My thoughts float around me
Whirring
Spinning
Crashing
Back down
Each one is an angry bullet
Of regret
Worry
Fear
So I can't fall asleep
Like the rest of my world.
YOU ARE READING
Nighttime Musings
PuisiJust a bunch of poems I write while going through all the angsty teenage emotions :D NO I DO NOT NEED THERAPY- but you probably do xx
