"Im fine" I mutter as i stare at the popcorn ceiling
counting the bumps until I get whisped away to slumber.
I cant remember when it took me away
somewhere in between 900 bumps and a tear stained pillow.
Its now 4am and Im awake.
My body jolts up,
heart pounding, pulse piercing, palms sweaty
Its just a nightmare its just a nightmare i cry.
I count my breaths pondering on the consequences if I were to just stop.
Would a tear be shed? For how long?
They'll miss me for a while but soon forget,
the memory of me will be a burden,
they stuff me away in a box,
hide me in a shed
the mere mention of me will coaks whos and whats from their mouths.
Its 7am, time for school.
I put on my disguise and paint on a smile,
see you soon popcorn ceiling.
YOU ARE READING
To be determined.
Poetryrandom writings I do that I dont have enough courage to share with people I know and that im not commited to enough to put in my journal. Never been edited so excuse my grammar.
