I used to cry
In the dark of my bedroom
After my parents put me to sleep
And before they came
To wake me up the next morning
It was the only time
I had the privacy
To cryNowadays
I am the last one to sleep
And I wake up to my own alarm
I have my privacy
I cry in the lightBut oddly enough
I miss those days
When I would cry in the dark
I miss my parents putting me to bed
I miss them waking me up
I love my privacy
But some days
Putting myself to bed
After I cry
Is just too much for me
I miss the reassurance
Of my parents help(06/26/20)

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Poetry***PSA- PLEASE TAKE TIME TO READ MY MOST RECENT ADDITIONS TO THIS POETRY SAGA. I've been writing in this poetry journal since 2016 and they do get progressively better and more insightful.*** thank you carry on: These poems contain snippets of my...