teenagers.
they'd rather be asleep
than deal with their
problems.
and if sleep is
for the weak,
then teenagers are the
weakest group of all.
it's a drug.
you close your eyes
and just like that,
you're gone and reality
cannot touch you.
and if nothing was
ever a priority, most
of us wouldn't bother
waking up.
but since we
don't have a choice,
we wake up.
and so we grow up
and pull down our
sleeves to cover up
the secrets we hide
and tell lies
through our eyes
and make believe
we are okay
and while we sit
in the darkness we
forget to realize and
remind ourselves
that scars will heal
smiles will return
memories will arrive
and monsters will disappear.
YOU ARE READING
forget.
PoetryThere is mention of depression, suicide and self harm in certain chapters in this book; if that bothers you in any way, please don't read. if you choose to, however, be warned. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
