Why I Can't Get Out of Bed

December 19, 2017
By Anonymous

I can't reach the pieces

to stitch together

my broken heart.

You came and you left,

like a thief in the night.

I can't draw back the curtains

enclosing the darkness

in my silent room.

You made my world brighter

and now I can't face the sun,

knowing the light of my world


No words.

No reason.

No goodbyes.

Nothing but me and my messy thoughts.

Tears flowing,

showering me in the pain.

You didn’t stay.

But the heartache does.

So I will too,

here in my bed.

The author's comments:

I am from a town outside of Omaha, NE called Papillion. I have always enjoyed writing about very real and relatable topics. I enjoy traveling and experiencing things that make me feel out of my comfort zone. When I get to travel and see things I have never seen or do things that I've never done, I get excited thinking about how I could write about it later on. I live a life I love, and one that I enjoy writing about.

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