He liked me because I was the light in his dark little world
I happily licked the salt from his wounds.
I felt less than confident
I found a happy go lucky girl
She was too hungry for attention and did not like sharing the spotlight.
I bragged to my friends about my accomplishments
They pulled the rug from underneath me.
He lifted me up with his hand and allowed me to eat from it.
They shared their drugs and their demons with me.
I felt lost and alone.
He wanted me to show him flowers but I had already ripped them out and given them away.
He doesn't want something broken. He wants something beautiful, which makes me think he doesn't want me.
Sometimes I do feel broken.
I feel flowers blooming inside of me and that terrifies me because I haven't let anything grow in so long.
The same people who put me down try to label and categorize me and tell me why I am the way I am.
I just want to stay sleeping but my alarm clock keeps going off, even after the third time I hit snooze.
Topic(s) of this poem: depression, dreams, life, love, sleep
Form: Free Verse
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