Just saw your bags
I didn't know that
You'd be away for the weekend
I'll wait until you're back
In the meantime, don't meet me
In my room, I'm not ready
To look into your eyes
Because I'm scared of who I will see
I don't want to see anyone
I hope you had fun
But don't bring it around me
Before the weekend is done
Alone on a Friday night
I would usually sleep light
But I stay away from your laughing voices
Because they shake me in fright
Broken bottles, broken dreams
Are all I can overthink
But I don't want to be there,
You'll just break our link
I'll come flying through the sky
When you need saving, I'll try
To save your body, my friend
While you are still away for the weekend
I hope I'll see you on Monday
- Author: beary1112 ( Offline)
- Published: November 9th, 2021 01:35
- Comment from author about the poem: My friends go partying every weekend. This is about how I stow away inside of my bedroom every weekend so I don't have to see my friends(who live on the same dorm floor as me) while they are drunk/high. I love them to death, but I can't bear to witness seeing them destroy themselves right in front of my eyes. It's terrifying seeing the people you've known, loved, and made memories with act like a completely different person. Physically they are still there, but mentally, it's like they've just gone away for the weekend. Also, pun: the "bags" I mentioned on the first line refers to bags of weed.
- Category: Sad
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