Sleep

This is a poem that I wrote.
I dunno why.
Im nothing like this moody girl who hates life.
Well, not on 364/365 days of the year.......
but I think everyone has their days........
anyways, comment and tell me what you think.......

I sit here,

On my bed.

My room dark.

Im alone,

Unknown.

My little notebook,

Ripped pages,

And broken dreams

It sits here,

On my lap.

My pencil

Sharpened.

Unused.

I fling everything,

My book,

My pencil,

Across the room.

I think

Part of my soul

Is thrown away,

Too.

I sink into my covers.

My pillow stained

And wet.

Slowly,

I fall asleep.

I hope

I don’t wake up.


  -xx Anonymous #2