don't tell me i'm not alone
because at 3:47 am on a friday morning
when i'm smothered in my darkness
with heavy thoughts and what ifs
clutching my tear stained pillow
i sit up and look around the room
to see that the only person here is
me
the only person who understands is
me
the only person who hears the cries is
me
don't tell me i'm not alone
because that is false
you're not the one engulfed in sadness
it's me
and i am alone
YOU ARE READING
deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
