The bathroom floor: a familiar place,
It always catches my tears,
Dries them without a trace,
I always have loved it's cold embrace.
I wish I could be good,
I wish I could be understood.
I wish I could talk without feeling inferior,
I wish that I could be human.
Teach me how to be good,
Teach me how to live without craving death.
I wish I could live without fearing failure,
Something everyone must face.
Instead I sink to the bathroom floor,
Mopping the tiles with my secrets,
Because they can't tell I'm hurting.
My secret is safe here,
On the bathroom floor,
All alone...
A/N: heyyyy, I know I have been inactive a brief period, and I'm sooo sorry! I have missed you all though! And worry not! I have many poems and short stories for you guys! Thank you for reading! I hope you have a wonderful rest of your evening/morning and I would be delighted if you left a vote and a comment for me!
~Ollie
PS: I have one more for you guys tonight!
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Poems at 3am
PoetrySo, I write a lot of poems some (a lot of them) of them may be triggering due to the fact a lot of them talk about my trauma, mental illness,and bad experiences, I'll include trigger warnings dw! Others of them are either reflections, nonbinary rant...
