Walk now
Sit still
Don't think about it
It's raining
You're not crying
Stop
Don't think about it
Hands roaming your body
Stop
Give me this please
A little peace
There's no one there
The bed is made
It shouldn't be
Enough god damn it
Just go to sleep
But not here
The couch is fine
You don't deserve comfort anymore
YOU ARE READING
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Poetryfailing lights & sleepless nights (ramblings of a mad person) IMPORTANT! The drawings that accompany my words are not my doing, I take no credit for them whasoever.