Disappointments bitter stain,
I feel it eating through positivity,
festering beneath a grumbling tummy,
I feel it,
But I do not want to feel.
I am aware,
But I want to sink down through the covers,
Until the bed sits above me hovering,
And no one knows I'm down here.
No one can watch me,
Judge me,
Dictate what they think,
I must be feeling,
What I must have done to deserve this punishment.
Down here,
I want **** to cold cement floor
Down in the bed's depths.
I want to feel the crumbs between my fingers,
As I maneuver myself into fetal position.
I want to hear each tear resonate as it crashes.
I want it so cold that tears burn my cheeks,
Freeze on the way down,
And cut like glass,
Just so that I can feel my tears are justified.