Twin Bed

Pain is remembering
What it was like
To fit two in a twin bed
What your arms felt like
In the middle of the night
Love is the friends
Who reach out to see
If I’m okay
The ones who share
Encouragement
A smile and a book
Who help with skills
The ones who know
Sometimes my mind
Tortures me
And help me process
Emotions in a healthy way
That’s love
The embrace of others
Kindness when it isn’t asked for
But is given
Knowing you aren’t alone
When you feel like you weren’t enough

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