i lay awake at night, hovered in a corner
oh my god, they're gonna kill me.
preparing for the torture.
i lay awake at night, rocking back and forth
i can feel them watching
i'm soon to be a corpse
i lay awake at night, covering my ears
i can hear them whispering
my death is surely near
i lay awake at night, how's it 6am?
mom, please, you have to help
they're having me condemned.
staring at me with stern eyes
while im still in bed
her stares are shortly followed by
"take your fucking meds."
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Fellchaser
PoetryFellchaser /fehl-ch-acer/ A long-forgotten or suppressed event from your past that could reappear at any time and rip your life apart; that every day, you carry its burden unable to explain it out of fear, regret, or shame - leaving you to wonder if...
