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The feeling of emptiness takes over
Curled up in the bed, you don’t want to leave
In a room no bigger than a prison cell
Doors are banging, music plays, and people are talking in the garden
But you stay curled up in your bed.
Your mind takes over, constantly running
What did they say about you?
Was it me that they were all looking at earlier?
You just want to leave this place?
Over and over, you judge yourself
Did you look fat in that outfit?
Is your writing really good enough?
Are you good enough?
All while curled up in your bed.
The place goes silent as the night kicks in
You get more anxious the later it gets
Pacing the room, stress levels rising
Tired of being worn out
Tired of the lack of energy
Tired of feeling tired.
I just want to scream away the frustration and cry till there are no tears left to cry.
This was written by our contributing writer, Leah Palmer.
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