3 A.M.
I still can't sleep
4 A.M.
I won't sleep
5 A.M.
I made a cup of tea
But it doesn't taste the same
6 A.M.
I listen to Cyndi Lauper
Because everything else hurts
7 A.M.
More pain as they stir
Because soon they'll wake up
And then they'll see that I'm sad
8 A.M.
They're almost awake
But I don't want to be
But then again I'm at school
9 A.M.
I cry in the bathroom
And I concur that I'm a problem
But it's just my anxiety attack
10 A.M.
I don't want to be at school
I just feel so lonely and it hurts
And everything seems to be worse
11 A.M.
I don't want to eat anything
Because eating reminds me of you
Especially if it's something you like
12 P.M.
It's noon now and we're two hours away
From me going home with nothing to say
And I don't know if it's because I always stray
1 P.M.
We're in last hour and I still think about you
I hate all the work they're giving what do I do
Because math reminds me of adding the years
Which then strikes out some of my tears
2 P.M
I'm on my way home
But I don't really belong
But can never say what I think
Because that'll become everything
It's Hell
When you turn 73
And then all there is is me
And then I think
Of all the memories
But I was the one alone
I mistreated
Everyone and abused my power
And I even refused to shower
But then I caught myself starving
But they never really had to think
Especially what I was going through
It's Hell
When you turn 73
And all that they want is my work
And then I think
Of all the memories
But I was the one alone
It's Hell
When you turn 73
And then all there is is for me to leave
And then I think
Of all the memories
But I was the one alone
It's Hell
When you turn 73
And then all there is is me
And then I know
Of all the memories
Were the ones when I was the one alone
It's Heaven
When you turn 73
And then all there is left are my bones
Because they had let me die
From all of the memories
Of when I was the only one alone
But you turn 73
And then there's me
Who's the problem
But I was your problem
Now it's over
Before I'm even 18
YOU ARE READING
Grandma's Memory Box
PoetryHappy Birthday Grandma! For a long time I wanted to put these poems out for you. A whole poetry collection dedicated to you. You are somebody who is so generous and loving and welcoming. Knowing that you're now 73 and you are no longer with us hurts...
