Some call it sleeping in,
I call this avoidance.
Not wanting to see their faces,
Fear I'm becoming an annoyance.
Wanting to ignore the feelings,
That call into my head,
Telling me that I am worthless,
That I'm better off dead.
So I doze off,
just forgetting it all,
my emotions blocked out,
making me feel so small.
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Poem Junk Book
PoesieJust shit my brain needs to write :,) Some could be in the POV as a certain character Some might have cuss words Some could even be inspired by random music. I do not know. This is mostly just my brain ranting to itself. Woah. Thats literally what...
