Lay on the bed,
Close your eyes,
Dream of a world,
That only lives beneath lies.
Lay on the bed,
Put your headphones on your ears,
Blast the music,
Forget all your fears.
Drown in the night,
With the stars held in its grasp,
Forget the light,
Snatch off the clasp.
No promises can be made,
Not a safety pin,
Why listen to a piece of metal,
When I could just throw it in the bin.
Water beside you,
Two papers on your left,
One with Mom and Dad,
And the other for the rest.
Wear the best attire,
Read the prescription,
What does it require?
Make sure I’ve taken a shower,
They should work in an hour.
Look outside,
For it may be the last time,
To see the trees,
And feel the soothing breeze.
Organize the room,
Book after book,
Folding clothes,
And every owned look.
Make your bed,
Just as you were told,
That’s what she said,
Keep those words on hold.
Lay on your bed,
Leave with a smile,
Dream of a world,
You’ll meet in a while.
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Author:
~c.y (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I want to clarify something important: this poem is not encouraging any harmful actions. It’s written to express feelings and emotions, not to glorify self-harm in any way.
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Comments3
Nicely said
Appreciate it!
A sad write that is cast in a most peaceful way where one's thoughts are of a presumed better place. Well written in good rhyme and with a melancholic feel it drifts like a dream leaving the reader to say no stay and fight the good fight there is more to life that is so short
I'm glad it came through that way. Beautiful description of your perspective.
You are most welcome
Moving write, well done, Cindy.
Thank you.
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