Pathetic, distressed
Can't believe I'm doing this
but how can I deal otherwise?
The burden tugging
reopening wounds
hating myself for this weakness.
I lay here, staring at the cieling,
wishing things were better.
because I tell myself that I'm alone
and no one really cares.
believing lies, revisiting pain
needing to release the stress
of a very bad day.
The world is dark outside
the pillowcase is wet
I muffle the sobs under my blanket.
I try to hold them in
but my throat gets tight
and my eyes burn
but my heart tries to flutter.
They rush out anyways
like raindrops
Slowly sliding down my cheek
resting on my jawline
only to trickle down my neck.
Chased down by a rough sleeve
they disappear
My nose pathetically sniffs,
and all is still.
Refief
the damp pillow cools my face
as I drift off to an imaginary place.
