My bed.
Sorrows, tears, and pain,
causing me to go insane.
And it's all embedded in a mattress.
My bed.
A safe place for one to stay.
The place where I lay all day.
And I do not complain
My bed.
I could get up and be productive instead.
But all I do is stay stuck in my head.
My bed.
All put together with a piece of thread.
My blankets lay across spread.
My bed.
Where I lay staring at my wrist.
It won't dismiss.
The thoughts persist.
My bed.
now stained with the color red.
I've bled.
I now lay spread across dead.
My bed.
I woke up.
Look at my wrist.
There is no cut.
My bed.
In it, I lay.
Apparently, it was all a dream to this day.
I'm Okay.
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MY BRAIN (poetry)
PoetryAs a person who overthinks all the time my mind flows with my most precious thoughts, always seeking to create everlasting essays that shape me. There's beauty in honesty, and that's what I want to bring to every piece. I read each of my thoughts as...
