One day in bed

Here is another poem by a sixteen year old me!

 

It is pretty obvious that I cannot survive on my own

And yet I sit here all alone

This is my fault

It is always going to be because my sin

That need that is to fit in

My love is loneliness

My love is pain

This world so dark it drives me insane

Issues I see them all around me

But they are not all coming from me

The war that rages on inside my head

It can all be traced back to one day in bed

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