Waking up to an empty bed,
And heart.
I've grown used to the cold.
Letting the cold fingertips of depression grab onto my emotions,
I've become quiet and tired.
Crying in the stillness of the dark.
Trying to muffle the sobs that pour out.
Trying to keep the people around me from knowing about the war that is inside me.
The constant sabotage,
The perfect hateful words that float around in cycles that never end.
I feel like I'm in a river,
Being swept up by the currents.
Being pushed and pulled by the tides.
Losing my air,
I drowned.
Sinking deeper and deeper.
Not being able to grab onto anything,
Or being able to find footing.
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Short Poems
PoetryWritten: October 23, 2017 By: Jessica Thompson Short poems put together through time December 19, 2016 to current days. So please enjoy, they are my thoughts, and feelings, and everything.
