Goodnight, Mother. [vent poem]

'Kay, I love you too

GOODNIGHT.

You don't know what I do in the night

If I sleep,

I dream of tearing myself apart

Or my loved ones

leaving me

Most of the time

I lay rotting

[i can feel it]

Other times I do tear myself apart.

I tear myself apart.

I'm only fourteen.

I tear myself apart.

It's been years.

I tear myself apart.

I've felt this bad for so long i'm scared I'M FINE