Sleep
The girl thought
Sleep
The girl weeped
Sleep
The girl cried out
Close your eyes they said
Sleep said the girl
It's easy they said
Sleep the girl shouted
Take these sleeping pills they said
Sleep the girl yearned
is something wrong they asked
No said the girl
Really ?
Yes said the girl
You're lying they said
Yes I am said the girl
Why ? they asked
You can't help me said the weeping girl.
As frills of blonde hair fell around her pale porcelain pasty tired face , she wondered ... would they stop ? The doctors the people the pain the ...loneliness...
Are you okay ? They asked
The girl looked up as her plump pale lips got drier by the milli second.
Don't ask questions you don't care to be answered for.The girl neutrally said in a monotone voice.
Who keeps you company at this time of night , ? They asked unconcerned and Un interested.
The ceiling says hello every night. The windows protect me from the hell outside, the street lights help me think the soft feeling of the old cotton sheets between my short toes. The piles of papers giving me paper cuts every second to my splattered mind. The broken calculator on the side of my stand struggling to stay together. The shadows on my wall the creation of trees watching me through the windows and giving me a live performance while my white ear phones are stuck in my petite ear holes, pulling me into a swerling evil hole of Lana del ray. As the same song repeates over 8 hours of live tree entertainment, broken calculators and small shadows dancing on my dirty white wall and the oh so familiar , intricate pattern of soft old cotton between my small stubby toes. The windows whallow and wail all night long , the wind tries to break into the room like a criminal trying to get past an in conciderably high thick window until the birds chirp and realisation churns within my weak and empty stomach.
It is morning so the birds signal to remind me, don't forget to smile today and feel lonely too.
Don't forget about the blood running through your stringy like vains.
Don't forget to say good morning to your tea cup made of glass from Greece your friend Anna gave you. Don't forget to pretend to smile while you're tearing up inside because when you get home it's unwillingly all the same.
Sleep ? They kept saying
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep
It's easy they said.
By me ( for a book I will never publish or finish writing )
YOU ARE READING
Something Sad
Poetry"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference." Elie Wiesel
