This isn't much of a poem
But it's been weeks since I've slept well
Thoughts that crowd my mind at this hour
To the outside, I can never tell
I have a pain in my chest
And I fear the uncertainty
That if I fall asleep tonight
Tomorrow, what would become of me?
What if I don't wake up?
Or what if I wake up alone?
Can I really make this life work
Without the person I call home?
Stay, please.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
This isn't much of a poem
But it's been weeks since I've slept well
Thoughts that crowd my mind at this hour
To the outside, I can never tell
I have a pain in my chest
And I fear the uncertainty
That if I fall asleep tonight
Tomorrow, what would become of me?
What if I don't wake up?
Or what if I wake up alone?
Can I really make this life work
Without the person I call home?
Stay, please.
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