Some Days I Can’t Wake Up
By Jacob Sandoval
Whenever I see my shadow,
I see a broken silhouette,
pieces of a person who used to laugh,
pieces of them that can’t be found,
because they were lost in a see of anxiety attacks,
and cuts that won’t stop bleeding.
cuts from a razor sharp tooth,
that dig into my wrists,
just like the words I tell myself.
Words that keep me up at night,
some nights it’s so hard to go into that peaceful sleep,
or peaceful until my demons find out where I’m hiding.
Some nights I stay awake and abuse myself.
I tear my skin because it’s better to feel,
a hint of pain rather than nothing at all.
Feeling nothing is my second biggest fear,
My first being waking up...
