They say I am so good at making something out of nothing,
And that flat-out asks if I'm afraid of dying,
NO!
I am afraid of living!
Insomnia has this romantic way of making the moon feel like perfect company,
I am lonely!
I think I learnt that when dad left,
How to turn the anger into lonely,
The lonely into busy,
So when I say I've been super busy lately,
I mean I've been falling asleep,
Watching cartoons on the couch,
Avoiding the empty side of my bed,
But my lonely always drags me back to my bed,
YOU ARE READING
Broken pieces
Poetrypoems about a teenage girl who suffers from depression, anxiety, loneliness, rejection and schizophrenia.
