I feel the urge to glance around
for others
I wish not to be one of their littles
the crush of people
around me
like a riot
I am falling
being trampled
blind with pain
façade crumbling
then I black
out.
Awake in my bed.
Calendar still yesterday.
I get a redo
if only it was as easy
to write this
as to do this.
Planner
Calendar
empty,
not to be filled.
Then I am floating.
YOU ARE READING
Pastel Pain: A Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of poetry I wrote when I was at my worst, my best, and everything in between. This is from before I needed trigger warnings.
