june

i will cry alone tonight,

i will sleep with my tears on my pillow,

and in the morning i will wake up in my bed

thirsty and dry,

but probably warm and comfortable.

and i will continue with another day

as if i didn't feel the weight of the world

crushing down on my feeble and naïve self

in the chill which late june brings

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[Fishysua]

I see you

I would break the days with a stanza change which would probably mean the line becomes “Morning, warm and comfortable”

I’ve cried too and found writing can help