11pm

11pm

A 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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But writing can be a great therapy and reaching out to a support system, even in a writing community such as this one can steer you back out of harm's way. Somebody out here cares about you.

Posted 1 Year Ago


fern

1 Year Ago

Thank you and yea I've always written and kinda vented through it

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