You’re not alone
I try and tell myself,
"You're not alone,"
yet when I get in bed at night
my sadness envelopes me
rather than my blanket.
My head is propped up by a
monster of thoughts
by the weight in my chest
it feels my mattress is lying on
top of me rather than the latter
And all I know is through this confusion is when I sit up
look around, and the only person there is me, and the only person who understands is me! and, gosh, am I alone.
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