here's the waking up
at 2:00am again
and just suddenly
feeling empty
as you stare and stare
your walls and anywhere
feeling all the thoughts
you just can't bare
how nice would it be
for the covers to tuck you
under forever
and for the bed and pillow
to comfort you all day long
to pathetically
make yourself believe
you are strong
YOU ARE READING
coffee stains
Poetrythe cracks on this cup still remains, its stains still unwashed.
