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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() Back here again. Another day has gone by and I didn’t even realize. The water relaxes me, The steam like a blanket of comfort. Yet soon enough the panic sets in And I’m on the shower floor, Silently sobbing and gasping for air, Until I can regain myself And contain it once again. Now I’m in bed.
Relief rushes through me. Am I tired enough? Of course. But I flood my brain with shallow videos Paraded through a tiny screen, To feed my craving for distraction, And I can fall asleep at last. My alarm rings. It’s been the same sound for years. Sickening by now, but I can’t bring myself to change it. I shut my eyes. Another five minutes of sleep, Please. The day is a blur. Just like the day before, And the day before that, And the day before that, And— Finally I’m back in bed, And I drift asleep. My head filled with wispy fantasies In hopes that one will rouse A blissful dream. Comments are closed.
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