A Poem by Me

Apparently I write poetry now...….at 2am







2am
the hour of the dreamers
ideas are born, stories are told
stars are being wished upon
songs are written


but....
its the hour my demons come out to play
here's depression, there's anxiety
oh, eating disorder's here too
the problems with my family
bubble up to the surface
and pour down my face


why is the world so scary?
why does it hurt so much?
will it get better?
dear God, I hope it does...





Lilah

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