bed is good.
bed is safe.
if i dont get up,
i'll be okay.
its funny though,
'cause i dont sleep.
its been three days
of not moving.
i think that i
am losing weight
but the scale's
far away.
if i stay here
and lie alone
and close my eyes
and listen close
i can pretend
we have a home,
and you are here
to call my own.
id rather live
in bed this way
than be without you
one more day.
YOU ARE READING
angels
Poetryanother recollection of true events, my inner struggle with mental illness, and hope for a brighter future.
