I CAN'T GET OUT
OF THIS BED TODAY.
OR TOMORROW
OR THE NEXT DAY
OR THE NEXT DAY
OR EVER.
I HAVE NO ENERGY TO DO SO.
I ONLY HAVE THE ENERGY TO LIE HERE,
SCREAM AND CRY ON THE INSIDE BUT BE COMPLETELY SILENT ON THE OUTSIDE,
IGNORE THE SEVERAL BUZZES AND RING TONES FROM MY PHONE,
AND THINK ABOUT WHAT TO DO NOW.
YOU ARE READING
b l a n k m i n d s . . .
Poetryjust a collection of random poems from my head... i guess it's like a story in poetry. THIS IS THE DARKEST AND MOST DEPRESSING SHIT I HAVE EVER WRITTEN t r i g g e r w a r n i n g . . .
