I lay in my bed
Unable to move
Unable to think
Tears run down my cheek
I glance at the time
Its been two hours
I could care less that I am going to be late
The thought of getting up
And getting dressed
Exhausts me
The thought that I have to relive
My every word
My every action
Later that night
Makes the tears come down like
A sink draining
I lay in my bed
Thinking of everything I am not
Thinking of everything I could be
Then giving up
Closing my eyes
Giving into darkness
Unable to move
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Safety Net
Poetry~ Collection of poems ~ There is more below the surface of the appearance of my face that you could ever know. This is my attempt to show it. All written by me ;-; about mental health, hardships, relationships, and just life and the bullshittery th...
