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3am

the clock--- � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �it says 3am

up late once again � � � � � � � � �tired sleepy eyes

mothers wishes � � � � � � � � � � � �fathers words

criticism and praise � � � � � � � � �mixed and coexisting

there's music � � � � � � � � � � � �soft but percing

book open � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �distracting but exhausting

stomach hurts � � � � � � � � � � � �hunger is constant

no eating � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �need to be thin

need to fit in � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �hair falling out

black spots � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �fill the vision

the scars � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �and red blood

cold blade � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �damage is done

don't tell a soul � � � � � � � � � � � �no one needs to know

secrets kept � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �health destroyed

creeping feeling � � � � � � � � � � � �shivers of sad

close the eyes � � � � � � � � � � � �it goes away

Written by juliagkrimmel

(daisygirl)

Published 18th Feb 2021

Author's Note

PLEASE NOTE! this poem was originally written to be read horizontally but van be read vertically as two separate poems as well :)

#depression #family #insomnia #SelfHarm #SelfReflection

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Re. 3am

Anonymous

18th Feb 2021 10:16am

A clever little read this one. I like poems that have hidden secrets in them and this one did not disappoint. Excellent exploration of layout.

Thank you for sharing.

-M