The floor of my bathroom is cold,
hard against my child face
I don’t know why
I’m laying here
Other than
“I’m not okay”
My gaze is blank
mind just numb
I don’t know why
I’m quite this sad
I wish somebody
would lay here with me
Comfort this child
and set them free
It’s hard to tell
If anybody loves me
I don’t know why
they keep pretending
-A.G
