Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2015
when my eyes are closed,
there is no one to tell me
just how worthless i am.

when i lay my head,
there is no where
i cannot run.

when i'm tucked under
layers and layers of blankets
i can never feel cold.

unless my subconscious
pays me a visit
then the nightmares begin.
enjolras
Written by
enjolras
669
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems