Poems from Drea
I’m sitting in my room curled up
on my bed in so much pain
Why
I did everything right
I did what my doctors told me would
I ate my...
I may sleep for the
Weak I feel so deep in my
Guts and those damn bones
Not cured but bad
I’m not in sickness but I
Do think about it
you
came as if from a dream
I still
wonder
if you could have possibly been
real
or as real as I have
made you out to be
are there levels?
I wake up
poetry
streaming from my
every
single
pore
it hurts to be
excreting
love
hate
apathy
all
at the same time
for you