Imagine being 16
staying up late at night
just to cry
thinking you're going to be alone forever.That the other side of the bed
will never be filled.
The pillows,
they won't smell like another person
and you won't see this
breathtaking smile in the mornings.Imagine thinking at 16
that you are the one person in the world
who isn't going to have someone.Someone to hold.
Someone to love.
Someone to share that imaginary side of the bed with.Imagine feeling so alone
that you think theres no hope for someone to love you.At age 16.
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Poetrymy wattys2018 submission, enjoy - just some paragraphs on what I'm feeling and thinking:)