it's 23:50
all i can do is think.
and think,
breath and think.
Let all the insecurities creep back in...
all the lack of self worth,
lack of confidence.
all the pain
then the emptiness.
that empty void.
the defence mecinism
the walls
up the go
as i'm all alone
and theres no one to let in
just to drown out the pain
and to get the slightest bit of sleep.
for when i'm just sat there ,
for when you've gone off whispering about me ,
for now because your not here and you'll never be here.
to hold all the pieces together.
to not loose hope.
YOU ARE READING
Things I'll never say
Teen Fictionmy life put into a series of poems as i struggled to voice these things.