The clock says 4:00am.
I can't believe Im up again.
Once more, another day,
That I'm not able to sleep.
Sadness, silence, darkness fills the room.
I lay in bed, not knowing what to do.
I try to ignore, my emotions,
I try to ignore my hearts soreness,
I try to ignore my fear,
But instead, here comes the tears.
Streaming down my cheeks,
I try to wipe them away,
But I give up, and let the pain come out to play.
I lay in bed, under the sheets,
Tears soaking me.
I cover my face, to muffle the sobs,
So know one will wake, and find me.
Crying in a ball, in the middle of my bed,
I don't know why,
I don't want this to end.
I keep going,
Till I fall asleep,
Hoping to go, inside of a dream.
To hide me, to keep me safe,
To take the insane pain, away.
There really isn't a right
There really isn't a right way to write poetry, I think. Was this about what happened over the weekend??
<3
I know. But to me this poem
I know. But to me this poem wasnt the best. But ya it was about something that happened over the weekend. This weekend was rough.
-Elfy*
Sounds like it! You poor
Sounds like it! You poor thing! =(
<3
there is no correct way to
there is no correct way to write poetry, it is how writer, writes poetry. short long fragmented, poetry is, or should be a reflection of you, telling a story of you and how you feel. i loved it like i always do, not cuz your my friend but because you write what you feel and make me feel for you.