Fall asleep with my earbuds in
Waking up to the ugly thoughts
Stewing in my head
Thought I was rid of them.
Holding on to a thinning thread
Slipping on down
Kicking my feet over the edge
Of insanity
Thought I was rid of that.
This day couldn't last any longer
And maybe you're thinking I'm fonder
Of misery than youth
And maybe that is true.
I'm stuck,
Singing to an empty room.
Fall asleep in the ER bed
Waking up to the hospital
For the fatal minds
Thought I was rid of mine.
This day couldn't last any longer
Maybe you're thinking I'm fonder
Of misery than youth
And what if that's the truth?
And so I'm stuck,
Singing to an empty room.
Eat alone in a paper gown
Wishing I was back at home
Where I can
Fall asleep with my ear buds in,
Waking up to a melody
But I'm stuck
Singing to an empty room.
This day couldn't last any longer
Maybe you're thinking I'm fonder
Of misery than youth
And baby that is true.
And so I'm stuck
Singing to an empty room,
And crying in a padded cell.
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Bleed
PoetryA collection of poems touching on anxiety, depression, love and the surreal. Please don't read if you are triggered by the topic of self-harm.
