usually when i couldn't sleep
there was a pillow for me to rest my head
but now it's suddenly been taken away
and i'm lying on a bed of bricks
with someone cackling incessantly
because i was naïve and stupid
to the fact that my pillow had been built by lies
and just like fog
it evaporated
and it disappeared to make me find myself
on a cold, unfriendly bed.
YOU ARE READING
{2} never alone.
Poetry"...we're hopelessly complicated and beautifully entwined, maybe we're ignorantly emancipated and selfishly try to prove it wrong..." lowercase intended.
