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My twin sized mattress feels smaller than usual
There’s still an emptiness there though
They say I’m depressed but
I think I’m just alone
(Maybe I'm both.)
The clock on the wall says 10:58
And it feels like I’ve been awake for days
My eyelids are heavy but
They just won’t close
(Is this what being alive is supposed to feel like?)
I live my life like it’s just a sad poem
My thoughts don’t leave me so I’m never truly alone
I need medicine but
The drugstore is closed
(Oh well.)
Published by Jasmine Uitto
Written by Jasmine Uitto
5 years ago 
