It's quiet
It's dark
It's late
It's lonely
Why is it so lonely?
I can go all day by myself
But the second I need to sleep suddenly being alone makes me want to cry.
But I also don't want anyone here by my side.
I feel my heart against my chest,
My brain against my skull.
Hands are frozen over
And my thoughts are running through jello.
But someone being here means I have to try and be better.
I don't want to be better.
And lose this,
This feeling night after night, all alone.
Because alone, it's the only thing I've ever known.
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In the Waiting
PoesieSometimes we all feel a little stuck and this poetry book is to remind you, you aren't alone. God is walking right there beside you the whole way through. One day in your life, probably multiple times in your life you're going to come to a point whe...
