My mornings are long and lazy. I sleep in half the day, turn down the alarm. I wake up past 12 to a moist pillow with half the day already gone.
As much as I'd like it to be, it's not a quirk; I'm sick and I'm sad and I'm not okay.
I wake up past 12 because half the day is gone, and sleep is just around the corner. And I can't wait to sleep. If I stay up less, I'll shed tears less.
Somehow, today was different. Today I woke up before my alarm went off; today I wanted to stay up as many hours as I possibly could.
Can you believe last night I fell asleep with a stupid smile on my face? The pillow wasn't wet at all. I couldn't wait to sleep, but this time because I couldn't wait to get up.
I tell myself it wasn't because I slept to your voice. It definitely wasn't because I'll wake up to it. I tell myself that; I don't believe it for a second.
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Words Unsaid
PoetryA collection of my poems about love, crushes, depression, feeling lonely and pretty much all the emotions I go through as an angsty teenager :P Hope you enjoy! I've been adding to this book since I was 15 (I'm 21 now). The poems get better as the b...
