Late Night Poetry

Laying in bed, so much rushes through my head.

I think of my bipolar sister, my depressed father and my mother's lack of understanding towards it all. 

I remember when my parents were together, before middle school.

I love the feeling of the fan on my bare skin.

Laying in bed so much rushes through my head.

I think of my confused little sister, my isolated stepbrother, and my aggressive step father.

I remember my mother's second wedding in my sixth grade year.

I miss the feeling of waking up on Saturday morning as a child. 

Laying in bed so much rushes through my head. 

I think of my lousy excuses for friends, my strict teachers, and my aggressive boyfriend.

I remember the day I entered high school, my freshman year.

I long for the feeling of being a child. 

Laying in bed so much rushes through my head.

I think of my unhelpful therapist, my angry mother, and my still depressed father.

I remember the day they found out I stopped eating.

I need the feeling of anything. 

Laying on the bathroom floor, nothing is there anymore. 

I forget about everyone.

I can't remember anything.

I need to-