I don’t wake up until noon.

 Not because I’m lazy or used to it.

It’s because the loneliness that grips this just barely beating heart

Is washed with the courage to face the damned day.

Adrenalin pumps through my blood,

Readying me for fight or flight,

But instead I curl up into a ball,

And wait for the abuse to stop.

With my head hanging low,

With invisible bruises and intangible blood,

I go to a hospital that tells me

That there is no gauze casing for a broken heart

Or a Band-Aid that can heal a cut that doesn’t reach the skin,

That the only cure for never-ending sadness

Is a downpour of happiness that will wash it away.

So I sit outside on a sunny day,

Waiting for the sky to cry.

Hoping it will drown out my own tears.