It's 3am and I feel nothing
nightmares knock at my door
telling me I want something
more of anything that made me feel
like I didn't have to feel at all
running from obstacles
I run out of breath
sitting sideline to my own demise
how can I stop this if I'm only looking in
from the outside
falling victim to every way
I could escape
losing myself in the thought
the escape was the answer at all.
YOU ARE READING
Sunflowers in the Rain
Poetry- a collection of poetry I have been writing over the past few years. Growing up with mental illness from a young age I found writing to be one of my more favored outlets. Thank you for reading < 3
