(This is from two months ago, I just never posted it cause I'm a weenie!! haha)
I lay here under my covers,
Not wanting to move,
To breathe.
I just want to feel warmth against my skin,
Arms around my torso.
I want to hear it will be okay,
‘Cause right now,
It isn’t.
I want this to end.
This growth of darkness in my chest,
Pulling at my insides,
And twisting them into pain.
I feel dirty,
Disgusting,
But my skin is already raw,
The water’s running cold.
I need to throw up,
But there’s nothing in me.
There’s nothing to me anymore.
I want a shooting star,
A dandelion,
A lucky well,
But all I have is a blanket,
And the sound of my own breath.
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