Sleep instead

June 8, 2013
I’m almost grown
but I own
a dangerous sort of pain:
In the foot I’ve yet to gain
there’s room enough to hang.

An empty house and empty sobs,
have room enough for what would rob
my family of a wretch.
Then when they’d cry,
the mass would try
to dig me out of bed.
and though I love them toe to head,
I want to sleep instead.
I want to sleep instead.

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angstyteen This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 15, 2013 at 6:37 am
I wrote this over a year ago, and back then I was in an incredibly dark place, but I assure you I have recovered fully since and sincerely hope that what you are about to read doesnt prompt any worry for my current welfare; I wrote this about suicide. I replaced the word "die" with "sleep", I similarly substituted "room" for "cause" or "reason", to play on the use of the word "foot" (as in th... (more »)
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