![]() 11pmA Poem by fern
Sometimes I'll be in bed.
Sometimes I'll be arguing with my mother. Sometimes I'll be making food. Sometimes I'll be crying. Sometimes I'll be staring at the pills I keep by my bed. Sometimes I'll be getting flashbacks. Sometimes I'll be thinking about words that cut deeper than knives. Sometimes I'll be staring at my idol. But every time, I'll be alone. I'll be broken. I'll be hiding. I'll be sad. I'll be holding on by a thread. I'll be looking for a reason to still be here. I'll be wishing I didn't wake up. © 2024 fern |
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