Poem -

Flooding

Flooding

I lay in bed,
thinking about what you said.
you come across my mind,
leaving me crying alone in my bed.

I try to text you,
but you just leave me on read.
while I wait for an answer,
I go through our texts
wishing I was still with you instead.

There's tears flooding my eyes,
just like rain pouring down from the sky.
I wish all these memories would fade
so I don't have to worry about red eyes.

I try to fall asleep
while you run through my mind.
although I can't,
because you left me dead inside.

1 a.m, 2 a.m, 3 a.m
I'm still awake,
4 a.m, 5 a.m, 6 a.m
my alarm goes off
 and now it's time to wake.

I roll out of bed,
and I go look into the mirror.
My mascara is still smeared down my face,
but my hair is crazier than my face. 

I go to get ready,
dragging my feet everywhere I go.
wishing to stay home,
to cry alone some more.

As I walk outside
I get soaked in the rain,
and when I get into my car
I'm hoping the pain will go away.

When I get onto the road,
I think of everything that could go wrong.
and right when I think that
everything did go wrong.

The road is slippery
and hard to control,
but when everything was fine
I crashed and all the pain faded away. 

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Ella

wow!!! life is a struggle. like how you say it in your poem!

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