Hello everyone. This poem was written during school, and I think many of you will be able to relate. My general thoughts and emotions about school are not very positive, and when I have to wake up before school the prospect of waking up and spending effort to go to the place I spend the whole time wishing I was home. Anyways, here’s the product of an anxiety and depression filled day.
Eyes are very good at staring at nothing when their job is to stare at something.
How easy it is to sit and curl your hopes around yourself and stare at nothing.
How easy the blanket pours warmth into you while it barely registers.
Reality is an abusive partner that flings verbal spears into my mind.
A blanket covers me fully,
One of the ones you can see through when you press it to your face,
But I didn’t do that.
I felt the flames on my feet and let them warm me to burning.
At least I could feel them.
I cannot get up.