Its 1am and instead of sleeping she is:
Smoking her lungs black.
Regretting every life choice ever made.
Thinking why people leave her.
Regretting about why'd she stopped herself from ending it all.
Overthinking.
Staring at the empty swings in the park.
Hitting herself for being so stupid.
Texting her best friend her stupid emotions.
Its 2am and instead of sleeping she is:
Sneaking out to wander the lonely streets with headphones in.
With tears in her eyes she opens her 3rd cigarette packet.
She has flow of memories from all these spots, all these signs from literally everything.
Everything she ever sees brings her so many bad yet good memories.
Its 3am and instead of sleeping she is:
On her terrace, like every day.
Deciding whether she should end it all?
But it's not that easy. Dying is not easy.
It takes a lot of courage, that she doesn't have.
Its 4am and instead of starting a new day she is:
Falling asleep with puffy red eyes.
Its 5am and she has to get up. Its school. She doesn't want to but has to get up and start the day and study to make the family proud.
Its 6am and her mask for the day is worn. She shows her fake happiness to everyone she meets after 6am. She laughs, plays...
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Absent Bridges: Part I
PoetryThis is a compilation of poems written from the bottom of my heart. This has a variety of poems on mental health, young-love, women, young-lust, teen pregnancy, society and disturbed mental health.
