I stumble out of bed
Its all a blur
A mixture of colours and objects all blending together
I stagger forward, hanging onto the door frame
Wasn't there a door here before?
I can't remember
Peices of place and furniture catch my eye as I move forward groggy
Table, chair, desk, bed, mirror, painting, laptop
White walls, dark floors
I fall
Everyday items foat around my head as I try to catch them in my hands
But they always seem to slip through my fingers
Pops, pans, plants, paper, plates,
Parts of a life I can barely remember
Dark, light, dark, light
Don't dose off
Stay awake
But its so hard to see
Everythings spinning and I can't take it
I need sleep
I need peace
I can't understand
Its all a blur
Darkness takes me and I scramble to my sheets
To safety
Everything spins
Then everythings gone
I open my eyes and its dark outside
Another day gone
Another day wasted
Another day thats all a blur
YOU ARE READING
The Dark Side
Puisi⚠️disclaimer⚠️these poems contain self harm and themes of depression and suicide Basically a bunch of poems that I pulled out of the top of my head. Most of them are really depressing so if you like that kind of poetry well your in the "write" place...
