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Jun 2020
“Why are your eyes so red today?“

“Well...”

Last night
I was screaming at myself
for the jarring bad thoughts
to end
Last night
I scoured myself and
the heavens to find hope
only to get shut in by the
sinister voices broiling
within
Last night
the lies that had kept me
going for so long had
stopped working
and vulnerability
took over and I could not
do a thing but listen
Last night
I failed to see
a possible tomorrow
and remember how happy
ever felt like
Last night
my heart was heavier than
the world and I was
suffocating and dying
and giving in
to the fears
Last night
a part of me died
along the
tears


“I slept late.”
A poem that feels like it came from the past me. She’d cry at the middle of the night, and she’d act like everything was okay by morning. She is okay now, but every now and then, she comes back and reminds me of her presence.

Little one, everything will be okay. Trust me. ☺️

You are loved more than you know.
Vaampyrae
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Vaampyrae  22/F
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