I remember the day it no longer felt safe
to sleep in my own bed.
I remember like it was yesterday
replaying in the back of my mind
like a broken record
you're the the echo in the room
the phantom in the corner
the rake at the foot of my bed
sitting
watching
waiting
you look different in the light of day
but I can never forget
and I have never been the same
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Greener | A Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of poems and pieces for when you are waiting for the world to be green again. TW: Mental Illness, Death, SA
