Poems by Me

Tired

The shaking and sobbing finally ceased.

The overwhelming feeling of my depressive state is now replaced by a sightly soothing numbness.

No anger, no sadness, just nothing.

The act of breaking down has left me absolutely exhausted yet at the same time awakened.

The time spent crying into my sleeve and pillow, the hour and a half spent shaking and heaving while calling out to you, made me feel so many things, but a priority was not one. I felt helpless, alone, and somewhat abandoned.

I want to sleep not because I'm tired, but because I'm tired of being conscious and aware. I've been too much of that lately and it's taking it's toll on me.

I could discuss how having to get up from the safety and solitude of my room emotionally drains me, and how I find myself longing for the reunion of my bed and I, but that is another poem for another time.

My darling, I am not overly upset at your choice of action, just simply disappointed for the most part, but I understand nonetheless as to why you chose to do what you did. I'm sure at some point you'll find and read this and you'll know which story from a moment in my life that I'm referring to, and my intentions are purely just to vent out my frustrations, so do not take this so seriously as this is only a way for me to vent, as previously stated.